On a grassy patch in a mild meadow
Under the sun of a different age
Grew a tree with slender branches
And the wisdom of a sage
As a young boy for many years
It’s gentle shade was home to me
This is the tale
Of the Grandfather Tree
This mighty Ent stood proud
For many years and years beyond
It was kind and it was friendly
And of me it grew most fond
I held its branches for support
I nestled in its roots
I was protected by its canopy
I was fed by its fruit
But years are kind to none
And soon life dries and ebbs
The Grandfather Tree grew haggard
Its branches covered in webs
I felt too tall for its shade
So I set forth to see what else
The world had to offer
And I came back less and less
But it’s love for me never lessened
Though its branches did shrivel and weaken
It still smiled to see me return
Return to its outstretched beacon
But the body is not as strong
As the soul or the heart
And finally last night
Fair tree and I did part
It closed its eyes in silence
While I was in a foreign land
Cursing cruel fate that kept me in the end
From holding his hand
So now our tale ends
This tale most dear to me
The bittersweet tale
Of the Grandfather Tree