Nunkeri

A beautiful being stands proud,

her beauty captivates me.

No danger should I forsee here, 

sitting next to Nunkeri.

Leaves drift down, in the shade of palace green,

in the soft afternoon light

descending from their queen.

A gentle breeze caresses my skin, 

carrying the song of a windchime nearby.

Moonlight pours into the garden

and to Nunkeri, I say goodnight.

Dawn pierces the horizon

as I skip down to visit my tree.

My vision blurs and I shutter to a stop 

as anguish devours me.

I'm in a living nightmare

and all I want to do is wake up

as I see the stump that lingers,

the remains of a tree, freshly cut.