Slaughtered from the core

The wind shakes the branches 

The evergreen tree’s extremities 

Slightly swoop and sway

Tall protectors of the land

Home to all and none 

Ripped from the roots

No longer feeling the rays of the sun

They were here before us all

The native creatures in rows 

Lined up along the river banks

Like soldiers marching on 

Until demolished by the enemies tanks 

What is now weak 

Was once strong.