Amidst the wild waste of the Sahara’s sands
Stood a resilient lonesome tree.
Such fame did the Tree of Ténéré command
That round and about it was declared
The most isolated soul in the whole wide world
And men from all over came to the lonely spot
To marvel and offer some company.
Alas this would be the tree’s undoing
For one day a lonely visitor in a drunken stupor
Drove into the tree and brought to an end
Its lonesome vigil over the desert’s expanse
That had lasted three hundred agonising years.
In the tree’s place now stands a metallic monstrosity
That knows not the heat of the desert sun
Nor the beauty of stars on cold cloudless nights.
Men still visit the spot to mourn the tree and to find
Some comfort in each other’s company.