Mother Pine

She stands tall,

she stands alone.

She's known many friends,

had many children,

but they've all gone away,

leaving with the breeze 

and slipping into the ground.

She's old now,

she is tired now.

She's housed many of the homeless,

happy to provide safety and warmth,

but they've all gone away,

leaving only holes in her naked body

and filling them with cold winter air.

She's ready now,

she knows her fate.

She's lost her freedom today,

no longer a wild mother of nature,

but rather a resource soon going away,

leaving to be destroyed and built up again

however man's imagination wills her to be.

She's falling now,

she is faring the world well.

She feels her thousand skinny arms,

in agony, as they break beneath her,

but blissful to finally be freed,

leaving to finally die and go away,

no longer having to bear witness

to the destruction of the world she'd once knew.