Day Twenty Seven: Pine Tree

it was always green
in spring it was green
in summer
in fall, while the others burned brightly
it stood green
in the winter, it tugged its green coat close.

it was there for the child picking up the cones
there for the picnicking family
for the runner passing by
it was the sentinel for the moon, for the sun
and the time flowing on
until it was felled at last

there was no pine tree to mark the scape after that.


Everyone is special. Have a lovely weekend.



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