Ascension Of The Old Ones
Heavy gray clouds hold back the sun
Thunder rumbles in the distance
Furry creatures for their holes run
In this they need no assistance

A lightning spear is hurled from sky
Embeds in the trunk of an Oak
Sensitive souls hear the tree cry
Fatality with a first stroke

His life must now end and I weep
Hundreds of years, here he was born
Tree friend's pain for him go deep
This is one sent from source storm

His spirit rises into the arms above
His body lay on the ground below
It was time to leave. He has much love
From spirit and now he does glow

More trees are sacrificed this night
Most of the old ones are taken
All is calm by morning light
The young trees feel so forsaken

Gaping holes line the forest floor
Where once the old ones stood
Will it ever be the same as before?
Young trees would leave if they could

Two very old trees now remain
They cover the young ones with their arm
To comfort and take away the pain
And protect them from all harm

A storm from source to gather the old one
It was time for them to come home
Their job on Earth was finally done
We salute them, job well done and shalom

The sun comes out. It's rays are strong
Earth is bathed in light
All is well. There's been no wrong
Done on Earth tonight.

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