The Trees; The Strength
Touch me
Gently
Listen
Quietly
Human
Our descendant
You have
The root
As we
Do
We can't
Move
As You
Do
But we
Know
Where we
Stand
The Force
That comes
Through us
We're not here for survival
Nor for anywhere arrival
Animals, beetles, come, to knock, to hack,
And to rest, on and beside this old thing
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