The Wise Old Tree

I'm the wise old tree

I stand here with glee

Covered in moss

Then I heard the goss 

That a fire is near  

Animals run but not me 

I'm stuck like a honey bee

Stinging

Fire rages closer 

With its righteous smile 

The heat burns 

I turn fierce 

Ready to fight 

For what's right

I'm the wise old tree

Who once had allies behind me 

Now left to my demise