I came upon a broken tree in a vast forest dense and dark,
     splintered.....
         sap-oozing....
              like fresh blood,
                   from its coldest bark.

Supported by its fellow trees like a wounded soldier,
      I heard its mystical cry,
           as it wept upon their shoulders,
                without an utter why!?

The silver moon and its companion stars
     gazed down upon its breadth,
          as the great forest's solemn creatures
               stopped....
                     stood in mystique silence,
                          to mourn their dear friend's death.......