A whisper of smoke, is all the life that is left in our tree,
once a Goliath, now a mere smouldering log next to me.
Flames ravaged your heart, bringing you to your knees;
Ash Wednesday’s fire, devastating, as your soul it seized.
Once grand and tall, in all your glory, you proudly stood,
reduced to this smouldering stump, from burning wood.
With your last whisper, tell me your sad story please;
a Eulogy from the King, of the great valley of trees. . .
My canopy a landmark on this the highest of hills;
I governed vast lands, safe from loggers and mills.
For hundreds of years, our branches they grew;
we shaded the lives, of many more than a few.
Koalas, Kookaburras, man and reptiles too;
each one of them visited my priceless view
How could anyone spoil all that represents freedom?
When a butt by a road, lit up God’s Garden of Eden!
Many years of drying winds, my leaves no longer green,
I feared what had started, was worse than I had ever seen.
Brothers lay there helpless, in the path of winds and fire;
thirsty trunks did burst with heat, obliterating all desire.
Giant fireballs grew in size, relentless, roaring like a gale;
sadly fuel for an inferno, as it approached us with full sail.
The unsuspecting family, within their modest timber shrine,
they often enjoyed my lovely shade; today was the last time!
The hillside just erupted; there was nowhere to escape;
this manmade disaster was surely environmental rape!
Too late for fire prevention, no fire pump could fight;
from once a peaceful paradise, to this baron ugly sight.
..So as the final embers flicker, and the haze begins to clear,
I just cannot believe my eyes , or prevent a farewell tear.
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