Ode to The Brave Tree

There stands a lonely tree

Bending, swaying in the strong breeze

For the mighty wind has naught to stop it

Save for the lonely tree

The great tree stands tall

In a field like unto the sea

Like a lone, sharp sentinel

There stands the lonely tree

Will our brave soldier stand true?

Will his boughs hold through the gale?

He must survive, he must live on

His legacy must prevail

Wait, a snap, a crack

A groan of hard wood creaking

As the storm offered one final bout

The noise of a thousand branches speaking

But then I realized the sound was laughter

The tree roaring for all to see

A mock, a dare in the face of the storm

To take this lonely old tree

“You see,” said our old friend

As the storm rendered its final battle cry

“I’ve seen your kind come and go,

But ‘tis only I who never die”

So as the storm retreated

As his enemy did flee

He lifted his head again to heaven

And there smiled our lonely tree