A wander through the woods
Finds a giant in the mist
When your soul seeks food
Like first love, first laugh, or first kiss
A mossy covered centurion
Waits amid the ferns
And though it’s not the only one
For it, your heart yearns
You brace yourself against its trunk
You need to feel its strength
I know that could you save it
You’d go to such great lengths
Alas, like all living things
Future, present, and past
Your great tower fell
You see it could not last
Take heart now
For beneath it shows
A new beginning
It’s seedling grows
To start life anew
Dedicated to my Aunt April
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