A tree stands at the world’s edge

roots clutch stubbornly to the crumbling cliff

confronting the abyss defiantly

‘I shall not be moved’

Sun dips low, and in the dying light

branches stand out clear and stark

Solid and strong, built to last

But the cliff keeps crumbling


Come, let us shore up the cliff

before it is too late

and we fall headlong

into an endless night

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