Inspiration from this: https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/series/m0014g14
And sitting in vigil with XR Malvern

I am a lone pine on a bare hill 
Surrounded by bare hills 
My forests taken. 
Here there was moss, deep lichen, 
Bright berries ripe for stealing. 
Stolen. 
My arms shade emptiness 
Feeling every strand of loss
Each green star gone.
The cracks that sheltered multitudinous being 
So that my skin was life: 
They ache.
Only barren moor-grass whispers 
Into the distance. 
My roots shorn of friendly fungi 
Rendered less effectual. 
The soil depleted, insubstantial, 
Crumbling at my base. 
Rocking in these winds 
I find small pockets of sustainment, but 
Mostly empty space.
I could fill, oh I could fill a world
With such abundance 
Such an unfurling of love 
And creeping busyness of joy 
If only I could find one strand of hope 
One little thin light vibrant strand 
To touch my roots.