This is where the beech tree fell
all that remains is a splintered stump
all the birds morn her death
and with no songs bow their heads
The forest weeps in silent tears in falling leaves
for she was the last boarder of the ancient woodlands
now her shadow with never be cast in her majestic frame
never one liken to her will ever be seen again
Through the years by the new road
she had endured motorized impacts
even her new buds of early spring
would replace their own when singed
Mighty was her endurance of winds swift and fast
she had withstood the blight of many a parasite
had broken off limbs for the fear of loosing all
on hot heat waves that could finish ones all
In her younger years of life
she had witnessed great battles
seen many a brave man
fall on her espied battlefield
Yet that night of that great tempest
she made her whispers to the others
and as the corn turned ****** red
she resigned herself to her death bed
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC
This is where the beech tree fell
all that remains is a splintered stump
all the birds morn her death
and with no songs bow their heads
The forest weeps in silent tears in falling leaves
for she was the last boarder of the ancient woodlands
now her shadow with never be cast in her majestic frame
never one liken to her will ever be seen again
Through the years by the new road
she had endured motorized impacts
even her new buds of early spring
would replace their own when singed
Mighty was her endurance of winds swift and fast
she had withstood the blight of many a parasite
had broken off limbs for the fear of loosing all
on hot heat waves that could finish ones all
In her younger years of life
she had witnessed great battles
seen many a brave man
fall on her espied battlefield
Yet that night of that great tempest
she made her whispers to the others
and as the corn turned ****** red
she resigned herself to her death bed
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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