the tree
It stands graceful and tall; the light creating an image of a golden God. The evening light caressing it with such tenderness. I stand before it in awe and wonder at how such a massive creature could exist in such beauty and might.I say my final good byes as they ready their weapons gleaming with malace. The first blow comes and I feel its pain, I hear its cry but i can do nothing to stop the abominations happening to it; they say it must be done and i must not interfear.
They continue their strikes until it gives a final groan and falls to the Earth. The deed is done, my love is gone.
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