Tree Alone in the wood, Where no man dare come. Right where it should, May nature ne’er be undone. Like a towering guard, It watches over the land. Or so says the bard, In his song so grand. Over a hundred years old, Yet leaves still green. It ears never told, Its eyes never seen. That destruction is to man, That everything must die. Like the hourglass sand, And we don’t even know why.