Saviour

He wakes in the forest
With out a memory of the past
Or a hope for the future
He wanders aimlessly
He has no life, no purpose
He kneels before a great monolith
A monolith not of stone or steel
But at the greatest tree
For it is all he knows
It is his life, his purpose
And when they come for it
With axes and chain saws
he is its protector,
Its savior
In return it is his home,
His life, his purpose
It is the great circle
he is all the tree needs
And he is pure,
He does not need others
Only his tree,
It is his life, his purpose

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