Starting as a seed
Carried and dropped along the way
The pine tree has no choice
In where it has to stay.
Slowly moving forward,
Kept back by the seasons
Yet it never loses life
For a multitude of reasons
Growing stronger,
Growing tall
Something big
From something small
Stories on bark
Told in the center
Only to be seen
When it's chopped down forever
Sometimes you can't see
What goes on beneath the skin
And chopping down walls
Is the way to within
But careful what walls
That you choose to rip away
Because if you rip up the roots
It'll no longer stay.
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