König

Stand tall

                The black trunk of the Lord gives life to the darkest of shades underneath

No seedling can find it’s rightful place under the King

               Basking with a clear consience as the ever whispering wind flows with an
answer to all and every riddle    

Roots gripping deep and firm

                                       Tendons of steel penetrating

                                                                       The Master of the sky will fall the hardest

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