The Song of the Ancient Trees

Ancient trees
Stretch towards the sky
Here in a land
Where mysteries lie

And elder trees
Block out the light
Making the ground
Eternal twilight

But all things change
Wes, even here
In this ancient land
That seems so dear

Billowing clouds
Of grey and black
Thunder! Lightening!
They sound the attack

Stones of hail
Fill the air
Crushing down
Whatever’s there

And wind does howl
A mournful sound
Toppling trees
So big and round

Then lightning’s flash
A blinding light
With rolling thunder
The trees ignite

Flames leap up
Against the sky
Fanned by wind
They spiral high

Turning the world
Bright flaming red
Leaving smoldering black
While fires spread

With thunder’s peal
And roaring flames
And howling winds
That no one tames

And grey rain falls
On this world turned red
Leaving mud soaked soot
Looking dark and dead

Now blackened earth
Where once stood green
Smoking remains
Is all that is seen

Then years pass by
And up sprouts new
Here in the land
Where ancients grew

And centuries pass by
And new grows old
And ancient again
Where mysteries unfold