I think that I shall never see

A home as lovely as my tree.

In its trunk I made my nest

With all things that I love best.

Books to read all night and day,

Rooms to learn and space to play;

But no more growing, no more fun;

No more soaking up the sun;

Nevermore to drink sweet rain;

Or to greet the Spring again.

There is no power or decree;

No magic spell to save my tree.

Cover art by The-Paper-Pony. Used with permission.