From all beginnings.

Barren are thine limbs once so bright

Gone is the fruit of life

While you lie dormant in never-ending slumber

Parasites dance in ceaseless thunder

Round thine trunk and round thy soul

Rests thine comrades hearts and essence

Their bark is stripped

The knives of trade gouged their eyes

Destruction runs rampant in a bipedal form

Darkness clouds the sky, your foliage has died

A torrent of burning liquid pours from the sky

Bright searing light attacks your weathered trunk

Flames rise high on your dried carcass

Hope has diminished and so has thy life.

Nothing else remains except the sweet blissful feeling of indifference.