T he Last Wild Tree

A tree alone,

The glade now gone

The tree, a monument

From the days when beauty

Belonged to every being

And every being had beauty inside.

The tree, alone now

It sighs at memories

From before the box was opened

The legend is true

Humans released pain into the world

And it affected all.

And what now will happen

To the last wild tree

The tree that stands now alone

At the edge of a once wild place

With a name once like poetry

And the last wild tree dreams of freedom.

It is the only one

Who knows the past

The rest are gone

The legend-keepers, gone

The taletellers, gone

The memories of wild things gone with the trees that held them.

And only the last wild tree left in this world.

This once wild place with mountains carved by ice

In a dream was set aside

To be kept for the future

But in this world only one tree is left

From the magic of the past.