Once a mighty oak by the river in the woods
when sparrows nestled in your limbs
and squirrels played in the shadowed patch
your leaves quivered in the light noon breeze
under the random clouds of heaven
Felled by the greed of man one day
yet brought to carve by loving hands
an image of his ancestors long past dead
chipped away your silent scream
and splashed by colours of green and red
to stand among a colony of man
an unfamiliar ground amidst the rest.
