Dawn & Dusk

A lament

Cold are the stars
As the bitter winds whip
A lone tree on a moor
By darkness, stripped
 
Ravaged by a storm
Cracked by its shaking
Its twisted roots snap
Its iron will breaking
 
Cast out from the forest
The tree has been exposed
Its branches creak and crack
As the wind ever blows
 
And so when it falls
It will make no sound
As its hollow trunk splits
Into fragments on the ground