The Stump
The life was there and growing old
Fromations there of grey green mold
And as the life turned into death
The life slowly grew cold
And as the lifeless mass of mold lay
On the baby green grass of the new day
The death became life you see
And made the grass grow green
And so in the end as it turns out
It is good for death to come about
For one life to begin its path
Another lifes path must end.
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