The great tree stands,
Unwavered by the breeze,
With moss as soft as lambs,
And emerald dappled leaves.

Towering above the forest,
With great strength and might,
A raccoon lives in the roots,
On a branch a bird alights.

Shelter from the rain,
Acorns for the squirrels,
Home to animals exotic and plain,
Among the ferns' delicate curls.

But all things must end,
All though I don't know why,
From the empires of the past,
To the stars in the sky.

With a cracking of branches,
A loud snap of the trunk,
The great tree has fallen,
Into the forest it sunk.

But from the ancient log,
A sapling will sprout.
And someday,

That sapling will stand,
Unwavered by the breeze,
With moss as soft as lambs,
And emerald dappled leaves.