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A Line of Trees
I loved so deeply,
I thought it could grow
Strong like pines that carry winter’s coat.
I thought that the roots I was making
Could withstand the throws
Of a human’s axe
Clanging round my toes
Trees stay young forever,
They outlive my friends.
They outlive my love,
They outlive the music I cherish because,
Growing from something much deeper,
before me,
Is all they ever needed to be
