A Tale of Three Trees

The Tale

There was a tale, tale as old as time

Of heroes and a powerful, magical pine

Deep in the forest, in full moon's glow

Three enchanted trees forever grow

The first one with apples as red as blood

That'll turn you into a frog or a bat

The second, maple, with its wide leaves

That give you the power of commanding the breeze

And the last one, Pine, holds the most power

To become a wizard, its bark you require

There was a man a hero of his land

That came to the Trees and took a stand

With fire and iron he cut down the trees

The changing apple and the maple of breeze

Their sister Pine, before she also fell down

Put a curse on him, his kin and his town

His mind became clouded, he lost his reason

He used his power for evil, he committed treason

Misfortunes fell upon his children and upon his town

Love couldn't be found, water turned brown

Who's going to save him, before it's too late?

Only a hero, guided by fate....