Ash to ashes

There is a lone ash on a barren land,
Old as Time itself,
Harbouring wanderers from the scorching sun.
Catching little droplets of rain
It gives life to the land
And the land gives it away.
One day, a madman will come,
And he'll cut the ash and burn the lumber.
The dance will begin, smoke rising to the stars,
Slumbering spirits waking up hungry.
The barren land will no longer have life,
Rain won't fall down,
Only the ashes of a lone ash
Will rest peacefully with remnants of fire,
Bits and pieces of memory,
Reminding of life never lived.