Poetree: Spirit Of The Sandlewood Tree © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Around the corner, near my school,
stood a grand old Sandlewood tree;
Beneath its boughs, the air was cool,
Sandlewood scented, naturally...

For years, the sight of it was sweet,
It held so many memories;
My girlhood in a quick heartbeat,
although it stood for centuries...

And then, one day, it was no more,
Barren ground where once it stood;
I gasped, my tears began to pour,
That it was killed for scented wood...

And every time I passed that place,
I'd pause, in honour of that tree;
Recalling its grandeur and grace,
How very much it meant to me...

Then, rustling sounds of leaves I'd sense
and smell its fragrance, sweet intense...