American Chestnut

I am the lifeblood of the species, seeping out from our bark.

Before I was abundant on every street and park

But alas now, under the chokehold of humanity

Hope seems bleak for me

Chestnut blight has blotted out all of the

Light for me

Only a hundred left

Hopes for me seems cleft

Then a light peeped through

Shining bright and true

Hope for me growing

The light ever glowing

Maybe hope is not cut

I am the American Chestnut