Wittle away at time
this giant redwood that you lucked upon
in the midst of the evergreens
in the wood behind your home
Watch the carvings
as they form a pile
and remember everyday
that you shaved from this tree
As that mass grows thin
scoop up from that pile
use the carvings to start a fire
sit and tell of days gone by
But be wary not to use all of the shavings
or wear that tree too thin
for when all the wood is burned
your time is done
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