Sentinel of the forest,

For ages passed you

Guarded in silence the

Perfection of nature.

Your duty done, you

Passed on into the other

World and left behind

A towering memory.

The wind tore you

Down, but in memory

Of your service your

Comrade holds you up still.

You creak and moan,

Ready to fall, but

Yet you are held up to

Defend perfection even in death.