Wondrous miracles gathered to create such magnificence
Eternal beauty... lasting for aeons of brilliance
A gift from the meadows of heaven
Bestowed upon a race... unworthy of their own tavern
Tall strong fortresses of richness beyond imagination
Once haven of green peace... offered as salvation
Became a wasteland of torment... filled with intoxication
Withstood thousands of plagues
Never has it suffered from the simplest ache
All its kind have died... all are gone
But not this one, it has fought for so long
Tried to keep hope... to wait for the rain
Tried to seek serenity, held on for so long... all in vain
Now the time has come
for its story shall not be long
marching onward as it is seen ahead
determined to kill... the simplest rule for pain... won't be bent
with a whip of hand, beauty won't stand
as it endures the strike, that tree must abide
to the treacherous law it has foreseen
to live alone... watching all surroundings decay
to die alone... by the hands of those it was sent to help stay...