Many dawns he had seen
Leaves had turned from brown to green
Then from green to brown
Every time the sun went down
Tall and proud it stood within the meadow
It sheltered many a stranger from rain and snow
Even the weeds respected him
And he looked so beautiful in the spring
It was upon one of these days
That nature gifted him one of her strays
A woodpecker came and sat on his branch for rest
He was not bothered, as many birds had laid their nest
He then heard then felt the peck
Like a love bite on his neck
His hard bark began to crumble on the ground below
He tried to shout for the bird to go
But bird seemed not to be evil or bad
Rather it was lonely, needy and sad
And as the moon came up and the sun went down
And in the distance came the sound of town
The woodpecker created her home within the tree
And nestled into his heart so comfortably
The trees tough bark had never been damaged
Let alone broken and ravaged
But he liked it, the feeling of having someone inside
He felt its roots take a more healthy pride
Then one day, the woodpecker flew away
And did not return at the end of the day
Days turned to weeks, weeks to years
The sap of the tree cried its tears
And the tree stood alone again
With a hole in its trunk, empty with pain
For he loved the woodpecker, although he never said
And so did she, as she lay in the next field, dead.
