I still remember the days before,
when the birds were singing and flying.
and trees were spreading even to the shores
and everywhere they were lying.

Rivers of gold, twisted and sprinkled,
were dancing beneath my feet.
and on my arms, the sun twinkled,
They were days of beauty and neatness.

But then suddenly the humans arrived,
destroying all in their way.
They brought with them metal and we despaired,
They stroked at night and day.

My large kingdom became smaller and smaller,
.and the birds stopped singing
How to survive was our only care,
and I could see just ruin in everywhere .

The destroying humans evolved fast,
They needed wood for their fire.
Also they cut us for houses and buildings,
like 'ruining' was their only desire.

They continued with their crazy desire ,
and villages were soon made.
The birds started singing our doom's poem,
and the big cities rose, the trees to me said.

Now my forest is almost gone,
Survivor of a fallen kingdom.
The next big city is almost done,
and they will build another and to my forest will come.

These days are the days of sadness and sorrow,
but I still remember the days when the world was free.
It seems like all the world is just a borough,
and that's my sad story, the story of The Ancient Tree.