The great stone tree

The creature, walked on, through the undergrowth,
Past many woods and fields, continuing the long journey, to the stone tree,
The stone tree by the sea
The creature was neither girl nor boy,
Kind or mean,
Sad or happy,
It was just there and all it knew was that it had to get to the tree,
The tall stone tree,
Then it would know everything he needed to know,
To continue it's life.
The tree can only bless one creature,
Out of every nest,
So it was running,
Which its tall legs had been built for,
As it ran, it muttered,
Muttered the things it must say to the great tree,
Things no human could ever pronounce,
' Zigerath nizxeas, hawqux' it muttered again,
Running and pouncing,
Jumping and bouncing.

It found the tree,
The great stone tree,
By the deep blue sea,
With ivy growing upon it,
Like any normal tree.
But there by the great blessed stone,
Sat another creature,
Its brother,
Its family,
But it must go,
Be chased away.

The creature howled,
It's brother shrieked,
They both scratched,
They both bit,
The brother runs,
Knowing the creature is stronger,

The creature settles itself,
In front of the tree,
The great stone tree,
Saying the sacred words
' Zigerath nizxeas, hawqux',
Once and once again,
' Zigerath nizxeas, hawqux',
He continues to says these words,
Until, the end of the day,
When the sun disappeared,
Behind the deep blue sea.