The Tree

The world spins

Time passes

Waves roll


I remain

Standing tall



Birds fly

Insects crawl

Snakes skither


I remain

Watching all



Wind blows

The sun shines

Clouds gather


I remain

Wondering why

Things must go on


Humans come

They tear my roots

Burn my leaves


My spirit remains

Wondering why

They moved me on.

The End

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