The Stormtroopers ...

He'd tended to her when she was tender,
Guarding her against every vermin and pest,
None could creep or crawl round her,
Without the fear of being laid to rest.

Now, she'd grown tall, though not very stout,
But he was sure she would find her place;
With her reach, her roots spread out,
Ground shattered, clouds nearing embrace.

They'd kept their own company had the skies,
And they looked down, tense and askance;
Did this man, flanking the tree, plan to prise
From them their kingdom of trance?

Men, the skies thought, called greed their lack,
And the greedy they sought to humble;
So, the stormtroopers were bid to attack,
And galloped down to earth in a rumble.

It was with the humans was their row,
And anyone who chose to protect;
Stray beasts and lay trees did kowtow,
Leaving men to save their own sect.

She, though, thought that she ought
To, at least, defer his sorrow;
If this wanton battle was to be fought,
She would take the first blow.

The swords all came down in a flash,
Slashing her arms off her form,
Her frame was dabbed with many a gash,
Beset as she was by a swarm.

She was then slurped, swirled and spat out
By the cold storm, and troopers did depart;
The seeming threat thwarted in the bout,
The tree, as well as his heart, rent apart.