Sunday, July 15, 2012

July 15th WSEIJM

I stand Alone

Here I stand alone
There used to be many of my kind
We weren't a grove
But one tree
All of them grew from me.
Unable to run,
We stood our ground
From a fiery, deathly sound.
The fires came,
The fires raged
And to this day their ashes stay
Here I stand alone

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