In A Stream, A Tree Stands Alone
Hallowed Roots, Disappearing Stones
Strong It Becomes
Each and Every Sun
The Flow of White Rapids
The Decibels, Proud and Loud
It Stands Stoic and Strong
Erosion and Soil, Gone Wrong
It’s World, Its Place
Past Trees. Its Fate
Into The Ground, An Insight
The Beauty and Its Fight
Joe Allen
12 27 2011
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