A/N: This was for a contest I entered at narniafans back in 2008, in which I placed first. I tried writing some free verse based on a random character. This is written from the perspective of Beech (a dryad) who warns King Tirian that the living trees are being cut down right before her own tree is cut, thus ending her own life.
The Last Memories of a Beech
The last leaves circle to the mossy carpet below,
The sun gleams through a misty morning.
It is the last day of our forest.
The birds take to wing,
They do not wish to stay where the dryads can no longer sing.
They fall like dancers to the floor,
The last breathe of my kindred- my friends.
Soon the spirits of the trees will vanish into myth and lore.
The squirrels inquire as to the trees,
They scurry beneath me sorrowfully,
The air is thick with echoes as ax and blade tear down the shade.
They fall like dancers to the floor,
They sing their last chorus,
The birds in the air above, the deer below… home is no longer in this forest.