There are those that wish to be
the first spring flower bloom
Delicate petals in the sun
driving out winters gloom
But the secret of such obvious beauty
is how fast it is fleeting
I'd rather be a windswept pine
perched on a cliffside - teetering
A lonesome sentry standing guard
where water meets the land
gazing out across the ocean
roots dug deep in the sand
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