The Stolen Land

Deep within the concrete forest,
A story is concealed
A tale forever ignored, forever overlooked
Muted beneath the urban paths

Deserted, a single pine tree weeps
In a desolate city, the last of its kind
Tomorrow, it will be gone
Its secrets lost to the men with the killing blades

To the wind, it whispers of a time
Of the parrots and
The thousand birds
Frolicking in a ribbon of every hue

Of the sunburnt grass
Like a reflection of golden hazed skies
The myriad of trees
An endless scape of emerald towers

Deep within a concrete jungle
A single pine tree
The last memory of a sun-drenched land
Stolen