The King is Dead long live the king. bones of that pine overshadow a little new growth. old kings don't always live easily. frost falls thick on every tree on the high mountain. the old king's crown was split by catastrophe many years ago. yet he grew strong as any tree could. broken yet unbeaten, each year a new growth ring. trees may not be capable of learning; how much better do we do? life goes on; long live the king.