I passed it by but took some notes

Of the strange and odd tall stone posts;

They led a trail down to a wood

Where a lonely cabin stood.



Inside the cabin a boiler sat

Cold and still that metal vat;

By the door a small safe hung

Which could not by me be sprung;



I left and turned and stared so long

To see a tree as one from song;

It grew so tall it touched the sky

And there I gaped and wondered WHY?



This was a marvel certainly

But leave I did into the trees;

Down stairs into a bunker deep

Where a vast generator did sleep;



Buttons there long disused

As of their function I stood and mused;

Leaving more lost than I had come

Back to the forest and into the sun.