Sigh of a Druid

Roots grow long and deep

tears of death stroll down our cheek

we see the children of new and old

run around and mix in the fold

we watch shades of life spin and spin

we watch as always, one looks to win

fade to black in the darkness are our leaves

fewer and fewer we count our trees

You will come to know one day

when you do not have breath for here to stay.

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