For aeons they remained in their rightful realm
Sleeping giants, standing composed

Until the day the nightmare came
And tried to devour their souls

Punished with the absence of a voice with the inability to cry
The trees were forced to unfurl their secret

They unfurled their wings

Expelled from their homeland
Leaving signs of their reign behind
Hungry shades roaming the place
Where wooden pillars once stood
Scavengers devouring the remains
Of what earth once shaped

They flew high towards the clouds
Frightened of looking back again

The beginning of an odyssey

On august wings
They escaped into the night
Darkness swallowed their presence
And time denies their lifes

And now there is the legend
Of the day the trees began to fly
But the truth has always been spoken
By the things they left behind