The tallest tree in the forest
is hit hardest by the storm,
But beneath his limb’s long reaches,
The forest floor stays warm,
And as a seed he travels,
Breaking ground in once cold dirt,
His breath it blew the heavens
His stride it quaked the earth
Some men, they pray to gods,
Some men pray to the dark,
But here he is a titan
With both the blessing and the Mark
And as a star he shines
And as a flame he’ll burn
And though the tree may now be broken
The forest floor stays warm
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