The beauty of the forest,
Trees green and fully grown,
Once standing so majestically,
Now one stands all alone,
No family left to entwine with,
No shade from elder pines,
No quiet rustling from brother and sister,
No more creeping vines,
Waiting, painfully waiting,
Standing tall and lean,
No friendship in the forest,
His future sadly forseen,
The whirring of the chainsaw,
Giving him a chill,
The sound of the petrol motor,
Getting closer still,
The silence in the forest,
You know the job is done,
He finally joined his family,
In the heat of the midday sun.
Gold trophy winner
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