I guess it's not really an lotr poem, but it could express how the Ents
feel about how precious life is- even the life of one small tree, and how
the Ents/forest feels about the people who shrug it off. It turned out
quite treehuggy, to my surprise.
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A young sad sapling is dead. Don't you see?
see the tragedy
of a once- strong life
withered
into the crumpled
form of death-
gone from the
world forever
The whole forest together cries in grief
cries and sees
that each one
is a vital and
special part of
the song-
I see and
mourn this too
You who see say 'just another tree'
as if it were
just the same
as all the others
are you
just the same
as all the others?
No.
I've watched this tree since its first root and leaf,
seen the seasons
pass as it changed
and grew
Spring
Summer
Autumn
bare Winter
Long before you, and after it should have grown
grown to great
heights and
spread shade
on the dusky
morning floor
a part of the great
dance that is the world
'Just another' with no respect for life
you value the
life of your own
as the stars but
care nothing
as long as it's not
your own precious life
out so many billions
The trees branch peacefully, the birds have flown
soared over the
green-veiled tops
of leafy splendor
in the endless
peace of days
under the sun and
dazzling liquid moon.
'Just another' with all your hate and war and strife
strife that kills
but you say
'just another'
and don't care
how can you
look at death and
say 'just another'?
This tree was beauty, and now it is gone.
a beauty
all its own,
with no mirror-
and it will never
be lovely again
it was its own star
and it is gone
This withered plant gave tired birds a rest.
a rest from the
crazy world that can
overwhelm even
you who say
'just another'
do you see now
how important this is?
While all around the spinning world goes on
on and on in the
great and bitter
dance that is forever-
the dance that
does not care
about the
falling star or leaf.
Never again to shelter wav'ring nest
or protect the
delicate fluffy wonders
of curious down-
so new to the
harsh out there-
never again to
keep them safe
Never again to take root or taste the rain
falling from the
endless sky
to gift us with life-
life it has lost-
never to taste
the sweetness
of the stars-
The world will never be the same again.
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