In memory of the lightning tree

Written by: stephen clarke

Woe betide the lightning tree
the guardian of the sacred stone.
Devoid of life and leaf alike 
as even the ivy creeps elsewhere.

Woe betide the lightning tree
the silent watcher of the north.
Mastered by the winds of change
and the scapegoat of the ruthless skies.

Woe betide the lightning tree
the keeper of the ancient grove.
Once a mighty bellowing giant 
now fodder for the relentless fungi.