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Sep 2011
I came upon a broken tree in a vast forest dense and dark,
              like fresh blood,
                   from its coldest bark.

Supported by its fellow trees like a wounded soldier,
      I heard its mystical cry,
           as it wept upon their shoulders,
                without an utter why!?

The silver moon and its companion stars
     gazed down upon its breadth,
          as the great forest's solemn creatures
                     stood in mystique silence,
                          to mourn their dear friend's death.......
Daniel Jay Mc Shane
Written by
Daniel Jay Mc Shane
   Morgan Amaral and Brandon
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