The Pines

Rising
as if from the depths
of a bright sea
staring up
to the tops of pines
slightly waving
as though waiting for spring’s leaves to form.
Holding up their brothers and sisters
as they regain footing
to blossom
exploding with life
and then fade
in a cycle they’ve re-enacted
for years now.

The pine too wise
and too proud
to let on
that while the best is
(for the most part)
yet to come
so too
is everything else.

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