Another Tree Falters

A tree once stood, so tall and proud,

Its branches stretched up to the clouds,

But now it falters, falls to ground,

A sight so sad, so profound.

Defeated, yet it fought with grace,

Its memory now takes center stage,

As little sparrows mourn their nests,

And cold silence covers all the rest.

The jungle, once so full of might,

Now loses strength, and fades from sight,

And in the distance, wolves do howl,

A mournful sound, both sad and foul.

But though the tree may fall and fade,

Its memory lingers, undismayed,

For in its struggle it did not fail,

And its story echoes on the gale.