Thalia's Pine Tree
She felt the night's cold wind,
She felt the day's warm breeze,
But everyday
She was just a tree.
She could feel her leaves fall from her,
She could feel them coming back,
Because everyday
She was just a tree.
Sometimes she could remember
Names, people she had to see,
But everyday
She was just a tree.
It could have been days, weeks,
Years, centuries
But she wouldn't notice, wouldn't see,
Because everyday
She was just a tree.
And then once, there was a crack,
She fell to the grass,
Memories, names,
Dying, crying
And Thalia opened her eyes and could see
She wasn't anymore a tree.
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