the tree who gave

after it was all done
and the world had settled 
on the final whisper of hope;
the tree sighed with relief.
it has spent rings of centuries
feeding generations of
unthankful fools that caused
the damnation of its divine sanctuary.
now all there is to give
is a last single breath of air
to a banal island in space.
now all there is to do
is to plead that it will be enough
to save something that is
unworthy of being saved.