Tall tree, proud and true
you hold your majestic branches,
out with pride.
Once you were the home,
for many.
You were so tall
beautiful
and aged.
That young animals
looked to you for your shelter.
Children danced at your feet
Amazed at the way
your wonderful branches
could easily be called home.
Reaching far to shelter
those below.
Your sticky sap
there to feed so many.
The prickly needles you shed
although unpleasant to bare feet
give a wondrous scent.
Now your pride has been taken.
Many of your majestic branches
stolen
because one did not appreciate your beauty.
The glorious owl
who had called your branches home
for so many years
now finds himself with no home
because your branches were so
cruelly taken.
They took your pride
your glory,
but you still stand
tall and true.
Defying their hate
fighting for your life.
Daring them
and taunting them
with your victory.
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