The Brave Tree

She stands with stealth and strength,

She heals with her breath,

Her bravery is not looked upon,

But her life is taken without a thought,

Her life forgotten but her roots remain,

Leaving a trace of what once created,

The creatures camouflage is revealed,

Their home ripped down without permission,

As she falls the colour drains from the sky,

Her leaves tell tales of her life,

Her stump leaves room enough

for what is to come, to wait, patient

The rain will fall, the sun will shine 

Her branches will reach to the skies again.