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For the Sky.txt
poetry/For the Sky.txt
For the Sky
The lone bird cries,
Its soul to keep.
As its breath is lost,
It plummets below.
The forest mourns a death,
But rejoices in new life.
A tree lies prostrate,
A gnarled limb bleached towards the sky.
A zephyr breeze blows a salty spray,
Seaweed clings to the jagged rocks.
The husk of some long-dead animal
Lies crushed on the shifting sand.
An Albatross lifts effortlessly from a limb
To fly with the four winds.
A nest of eggs lies hidden
Within the twisted treetops.
Silently a tree grows,
Unaffected, it seems, by Time.
Her branches slowly reaching
For the sky.