Stand as it Always Should

Through blistering heat and icy cold
Stand the tall beacons of old
They've survived many Springs, many Summers
Many Autumns and many Winters
Their arms have housed many creatures
For their bodies have many features
In the bend along the river bed
They choose to lie their weary head
The river acts as a giant mirror
Where they can admire all their splendor
Sometimes the river sparkles all day
While other times it turns a murky gray
The ground is soft beneath their feet
Where solid ground and river does meet
Their toes reach down far beneath the ground
Where from the river they stealthily steal water without a sound
They've stood by the river side by side
Throughout the centuries their friendship has never died
They were tortured as they watched their friends grow frail
If they could speak they would share their sad, sad tale
When the wind blows they are granted their voice
So as the wind whips them they do rejoice
Throughout the centuries they've seen all
They've even seen their old friends fall
After all they've seen one would think they deserve some peace
But that became impossible when their land went up for lease
And so they've discovered the true meaning of rivalry
As humans brought their greed and machinery
With every year their mass becomes ever smaller
While the remaining survivors grow ever taller
But some humans couldn't bear to see the old friends fall
So they got a petition with the signatures of all
So standing as it always should
Is the ancient, beautiful wood