The Illusion Of Forever

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Immortalized through time
Branching sturdy as monuments
They stretch to the sky
And their children bow to the passing wind.

Songs of hope blared in despair
They whistle along with the midnight breeze
But, they stretch tall
In the beautiful shade of earth mother's green.

Remember to dare, then dare to dream
They are rooted in magnificence and beg to preach
Yet, the children fall as time changes
To honour the earth mother as she births.

Through rain, it will remain
Through sun, it will stand
As the planter's hands become dust and bone
Their own deaths will not come.

They breach the promise of mortality
Through ages and eons, with earth as their anchor
And the heavens as their witness
The illusion of forever.


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