These Trees

These trees have been here longer than I have

And they’ve seen me as a child

They hold memories of times past

Always knowing they wouldn’t last

These trees will be here longer than I will

Watching the graves atop this hill

They’ve seen me come and go

Grieving the deaths of those I know

I wonder, like they do, if the story of death is true

I thought someone came to overcome the grave…so we could too

We don’t have to wait

For the coffin fate

To enter Heaven’s Gate.

Yet here I sit, trying to get the story straight

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