The End of A World

The evergreen eucalyptus,
Ever slowly wilting to dust,
Shares his fears and hesitations
To flickering constellations.

His pain they know, they understand
What it means to live on quicksand,
When everything hangs on a thread
And soul and mind clouded with dread.

Invaders walk on sacred ground;
Under their feet, without a sound,
Crumble the remnants of the past,
A paradise that didn’t last.

And now, before them, he stands strong,
More than ready to right the wrong;
Finally all his thoughts are clear:
He must protect what he holds dear.

Impressive in his green armor
He wields the long sword called “Amor”
But, eternal guardian no more,
He falls as bullets reach his core.

Time in passing has dulled the blade
And is causing his light to fade,
As the fire that disappears
Leaves a pile of ashes and tears.