The King is Dead

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.

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