The Wretched Pylon

For over 300 years there I stood happy and all alone, Reaching out in all directions for this was truly known, Admired by many a generation and all their eyeing folk, I am that single and magnificently handsome ageing oak, But now the darkness truly has no shining stars for me, and so now I thrash my arms and shed my leaves angrily, Is that steel monstrosity to tower me, it surely cannot be, For now I will continue to grow lying low beneath my foe, But surely my adorning fans eyes will see my scary plight, Please help me in my fight to see beyond my darkened light, And restore my beautiful home from this dreadful plight.