The Brave Tree
By Isla W
She stands with stealth and strength,
She heals with her breath,
Her bravery is not looked upon,
But her life is taken without a thought,
Her life forgotten but her roots remain,
Leaving a trace of what once created,
The creatures camouflage is revealed,
Their home ripped down without permission,
As she falls the colour drains from the sky,
Her leaves tell tales of her life,
Her stump leaves room enough
for what is to come, to wait, patient
The rain will fall, the sun will shine
Her branches will reach to the skies again.