There used to be trees upon trees

Holding the world and heavens aloft

A veritable garden of verdant verge

Mingling charitably beneath the old moon

One by one, the trees were lost to time

Until one remained, a pinnacle of the past

Raised alone to mark the boundary

Of the great Sun itself and darkness below

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