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Timber, timber, standing tall

When in fury fires roar

 

Flames to ashen death, in lust

Dance on empty walls

As ashes in the raving wind

Step aside to watch

 

Do the dying embers know

The tree they used to be?

  

15

The falling rain

Looks forward to

A dusty path to flow

 

While rocks and trees

And homeless birds

Sing the green to be

 

But gray skies weep

In bitter tears

And hug the scorching sun

 

16

From ancient blue the ocean comes

Fishes on the side

 

To sail, the darkest winds you seek

To dive, you chase the blue

 

Colors running from the sun

Night without a clue

 

And whales who sing to whalers

As Earth is put to sleep

 

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