For aeons they remained in their rightful realm
Sleeping giants, standing composed
Until the day the nightmare came
And tried to devour their souls
Punished with the absence of a voice with the inability to cry
The trees were forced to unfurl their secret
They unfurled their wings
Expelled from their homeland
Leaving signs of their reign behind
Hungry shades roaming the place
Where wooden pillars once stood
Scavengers devouring the remains
Of what earth once shaped
They flew high towards the clouds
Frightened of looking back again
The beginning of an odyssey
On august wings
They escaped into the night
Darkness swallowed their presence
And time denies their lifes
And now there is the legend
Of the day the trees began to fly
But the truth has always been spoken
By the things they left behind
