A single speck of snow-white sand.
A single strech of broken land.
One calm sea,one flat sky,
One lost soul afraid to die.
One small rise, white and low,
One small tree has space to grow.
One day this tree shall take the world.
When all it's limbs and leaves unfurl.
No more sea, no more sky.
No more space for souls to cry.
But now one tree is all alone,
This one small child is far from home.

The rains shall come and they shall go
And none shall see the horror grow.

09/25/2001

Posted on 09/25/2001
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