The dark clouds loom yet again. The wind screams vengefully. I sit, as usual, watching the waves roll and play and inviting me to join. To become part of its substance. Not yet, my friend. Not yet. My time will come, to join you. And we shall play together
The tree was fine when I saw it last time. I don't quite recollect how long ago that was. I do recollect the tree was fine. Now I see it again. All shrivelled up, The glorious leaves gone, So too the pride. It looks old, Maybe feels old, wasted, useless What happened to you, old friend? What bolt of destiny struck you down. I doubt you will ever hold that head up again Against the sky, against the wind, against time. But don't you worry. We are with you. Shrunk, shrivelled, shaken down No matter. We are with you.
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