Photo: Austin Lush
The hue is that of cherished memories,
Orange, red, grey, Black
Like earth renewing her sacred needs,
Orange, red, grey, Black
Gluttony drives you, beast of morning
Orange, red, grey, Black
To devour the heavens in your mutiny
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The Pine grows
The Bark it knows
Will someday reach the sky
It dreams of things
The soft white rings
That will one day grace it's sides
Though now it stands
With strength so grand
The future is never set
When Winds that sear
The red clouds near
Destroy what once was meant
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