The Throne:

Once across the room had shone,

A beam of light upon the throne,

But once the princess fair was gone,

There was no reason to sing a song.

So the room fell quiet,

Majestic and giant,

Waiting for its princess to return.

But over time it slowly learned,

That it was condemned to forever yearn,

For that princess would never return.

The light across the room had failed,

And yet the throne still could not wail,

For it was still quite tall and strong,

And there would be nobody there to hear its song.

But one day the light once more appeared,

As a tall figure, greatly feared,

Strode across the room to know,

If the throne was really in true woe.

The throne stood still as the figure called,

And someone new came into the hall,

Tall and graceful, with dark green eyes,

It was the princess, now calm and wise.

The throne, so happy long ago,

No longer had to hide its glow,

And as the light arrived once more,

All was as it was before.

The Tree:

As the moon rose one dreary night,

A girl, so young, appeared in the light,

Dancing to the moon so round,

Determined that she not be found,

For in the forest she did lay,

Not in the night but in the day.

At night she woke up to the moon,

Listening to a peaceful tune,

Wondering if she'd ever see,

The world beyond herself; a tree.

Could a tree live with everyone else,

Or would it be nothing but distress?

She could not ask; she could not speak,

But ever more she became more meek,

For soon she gave up all her hope,

Telling herself that she could cope,

She no longer danced, her heart was not wild,

For she was no longer but a child.

But one day a new sapling came,

She loved to dance, and in the rain,

She'd turn around and wonder why,

The other tree did not join her and try,

To dance to the moon as she did now,

Not knowing she no longer knew how,

For it had been so many years,

She had lived in sorrow and fear,

Of flames that came and went right there,

In that forest, which now was rare,

Where now the tree, so old had once danced,

Had come another which swayed and pranced.

The young tree danced, all alone,

For ten more years, when the moon shone,

And finally on that freezing night,

The older tree joined in with delight.

The young tree was glad she'd finally seen,

The older tree dance in the moon's bright sheen.

So ever more they danced at night,

When the moon was up and the time was right.

I hope you enjoyed these two poems!