Lift it gently, it was green once.
Honour it, it had the same life as you.
Once it was tall and strong
lifting viridian fronds
against the adolescent sky
of a chaotic juvenile world,
still bright and hot with newness
from the celestial forges.
It lived once, as you do now,
and it died and fell, as you shall soon,
and gained this lithic immortality
- —As well may you.
And from under whose feet
will you look upwards,
a faint ghost stamped in stone,
a lost memory from an abyss of ages?
Whose eyes will you meet
under a senile, reddening sun?
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