Treebeard

Treebeard my friend,
Is that really you?
Standing there graceful and tall.

Is it true that you've lived,
Over 5oo years.
Never moving one inch at all?

How can that be,
With all there's to see,
In a world where so many places call.

You're stuck in the ground,
With no one around,
You're the oldest living thing I ever saw.

Will you still be here,
In 100 years,
Will you be able to reflect and recall?

Those who have died,
And those who've survived,
Lands pillaged, raped and appalled.

Your fellow seedlings,
Those so needlessly,
Felled by hatchet and saw.

I hope man can see,
Your innate ability,
To enhance this world for us all.

Treebeard my friend,
Your life should not end,
In the name of greed, progress or cause.

You're a gift from God,
A beacon, life rod,
A pillar of strength to us all.

Man needs to see,
How life would be,
When the last of your kind finally falls.

If there were no more Treebeards at all.




Copyright © November 2009
Kevin Mooney

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