Her blackened branches cradled there
A lustrous gift beyond compare
Spread, wide, yet undeserving, she
Upheld the night sky’s deity
An orb immense, whose borrowed light
Suffused the tree with pure delight
Though leaf and bud had left her frame
This honour magnified her name
Her royal crown and steadfast bole
Well-suited to a starring role
As tall she stood, and proud and fine
The expertise of her design
Enveloped Heaven’s spectral sphere
Her exclusivity now clear
She swayed and smirked at trees around
Convinced she stood on hallowed ground
But ere her branches stooped to bow
A darkened shadow kissed her brow
Her love departed all too soon
As she, bereft, let slip the moon