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I sit and I see

I sit and I see

A once strong tree.

No longer blooming

No more growing.

Corrupt the vines

Of hate and lies

And slowly it dies.

I sit and I see

A dark gray sea.

Its waters churning,

The storm brewing.

As the ark sails on

Testing the sea till dawn

In a timeless dance.

I sit and I see

An ember at my feet.

One gust to set it growing

One gust to set cooling.

One gust to set it free

One gust to make it history.

I sit and I see

A polished thing

And in it I see me.