The Tree

The world spins

Time passes

Waves roll

 

I remain

Standing tall

Immovable

 

Birds fly

Insects crawl

Snakes skither

 

I remain

Watching all

Unchangable

 

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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