In the Glade

There stands a rotten tree
Lost to both you and me.
Limbs are both dry and black,
The bark is loose and cracked.

There stands a rotten tree
Long dead as I can see.
Trunk now hollow of life
Growing with mold in rife.

There stands a rotten tree
No longer here to be.
With forgotten ancestors
Lost to the oppressor.

There stands a rotten tree
a long lost ancient plea.
Rings leave lost memories.
Life lived exemplary.