A tree restless swaying in the wind,
the tree still by the moonless night,
when awake, I watch you brood
over my window, my thatched roof.
Thou my vigilant guard,
I pray for you my silent knight,
who stares in the shadowless dark
when I slumber in a dreamless hour of night.
The hours and days you have spent,
with a sweeping vision over the land and the sea,
for every moment of those times I pray,
may you be saved from oblivion's curse
when the deep dark forces perchance overwhelm,
may your roots sustain and beat
the changing winds, the droughts and the blight.