Monday, September 16, 2024

Resistance


The old tree stands, 
Dark etched before the flame of sky,
 A sentry, bearing witness 
To erosion and the passing of the day, 
Clinging to cliff’s edge 
Even as its roots protrude, 
Exposed, through the sediment below; 
Determined — as are we — 
 To resist the tides that threaten to overwhelm.

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