
They impale the skies
With spires of stone
Defiantly braving
All perils to come
Cloaked in evergreen
They soon blaze
With autumn red
And remain
Unfazed
By the scourge
Of winter’s loom
I yearn for their heights
For the courage of ancients
To be among the unswayed
Revered
For the rest of time
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