The Tree:

A wind so wild, it stripped the others bare,
The strongest began to twist and tear,
And yet, he stood, roots firmly placed,
Towards the wind he boldly faced.

Eventually, the wind died down,
Around he looked, with silent frown,
Unseen to those who cannot see,
The devastation caused by she.

As leaves hurled upon the reaper's blade,
Their precious lives began to fade,
Attempting to withstand the sadistic land,
His life was lost by the wave of a hand.

One by one dying leaves dropped,
The wrath of life could not be stopped,
Dried by sun's exhausting heat,
The once mighty plant was finally beat.

He stopped his fight and thought for a while,
And started… in almost-human style,
To think thoughts unknown to all,
Before he began his final fall:

"I wish,
For someone to have a loving care for me,
And furthermore, a life for I,
As now I'm gone,
One that is reminisced,
And I have a feeling,
I will not,
Be missed."

At that, he fell as memories rustled by,
The earth and the wind started to sigh,
"The great will of God has at last been fulfilled,
And the restless thoughts that once were, are stilled."

Walk through the forest, and you will see,
That the earth is still, and the wind blows free,
And not one spot remains unfilled,
In honor of the tree that was killed.