Modern Myth: A Lonely Tree in The City

A Lonely Tree in The City

The lonely tree
That stands on guard
His proud gait and sneering stares
From up high on the citizen blares

They shudder and take cover
From the tree that over them hovers
And plot with evil thoughts
The downfall of the tree that slumbers

With axe in hand and torches alight
They storm the front and go beside
The sleeping tree caught unawares
Was caught by the deadly village snare

After the ravaged wood tree fell
The people sang a thunderous yell
And the tree was carried off to the square
And burned to cinders straight to hell

After such time summer descended
On the village the tree once tormented
And soon the summer heat burned their city
And the villagers realized
what had come to be

An imagined foe
Turned irreplaceable friend
But what’s done is done
The lonely tree is gone