Stands an aged pine, weathered and broken,
Half dying as rotting and wind-worn branches
Form a ladder in the woods, reaching for the sky.
Its arm-like limbs spread wide and embrace
The hollow skeleton of a smaller, fallen kin.
Splashes of green color live and thrive on the
Scraggly bushes and the rotting corpses of trees.
Dead, colorless leaves coat the ground, and rocks
Line the steep slope, rough, ragged, and torn.
In the far ground, lies the shadow of a shape.
A dry streambed, where water once ran.
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