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.
