Look into bended tree,
see it's twisted rings of life.
Forgotten is the rot that lies deep inside,
hidden away from the forest green.
One hundred years of internal misery,
draining it's thirst for survival, living amongst the giants.
Shrouded by it's brown and blackened bark,
branches left barren, broken by the wind.
Gouged to the core by the blades of cowards,
never to fall silent like the others.
The big oak is dying by every passing second,
no sapling or seed to carry on it's sacred name.
Crashed swiftly down to it's ash tinted grave,
one final gasp of life, ripping it's roots from the earth.
Buried by the shade of it's brethren trees,
she lies peacefully of the forest floor.