Trees stand tall, dark and free
A float rock blessed, cursed, then heed
You cannot stand against the tide
Only endure, bow down and hide
Of many sockets, those glittering holes
That rip and siphon off the soul
Such things are endless, sentinels all
That creep and break what will yet fall
The crunch of needles, your shallow breaths
......
Trees stand tall, dark and free
A float rock blessed, cursed, then heed
You cannot stand against the tide
Only endure, bow down and hide
Of many sockets, those glittering holes
That rip and siphon off the soul
Such things are endless, sentinels all
That creep and break what will yet fall
The crunch of needles, your shallow breaths
......