G: The Sleeping Tree
By elz
Wed, 15 Sep 2004
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Still as a corpse
There the log lies.
What once could move;
Now immobilised.
Sinking deeper into the ground,
What once stood tall,
Now impossible to be found.
A tree with pink blossoms;
Faded, forgotten;
Shattered by the hands of man.
In the deep dark forest,
Where no one can see,
Still that log lies,
That log that was me.
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