Alas another tree is falling, grass and colored leaves are calling
Pyre building there to set afire kindling of maple wood and pine
Lament, for ages lost and rent from pages soft and dry with age
Cried out, the books and papers shout their inked old favors
Pleading for their lives to spare to men and flames, despair
Alas, another tree is falling, faster now the colors climbing red and
Yellow, as the covers cracked and too the spines and pages black
Lament for ages lost and spent for wisdom sought and turned to ash