Sliding into an emotional turbulence,
being flushed out of life's encouragement
and placed alone on a tree stump in a
forest, burned beyond recognition.
Walking away, feeling the secret sadness
as it stayed behind in the hollow of a
tree.
Still standing majestically, proudly
displaying scars of the fire.
Inspiring all those who remember what it
once looked like, before the day the
forest burned at sunrise, clouding the
morning with a hazy mist.
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