Guarded
Trees:
Silent sentinels
Keeping the memories
Of a time long forgotten
Alive.
Stars:
The eyes of Heaven
Watching the wanderers
Who roam this old, weary world
Alone.
Both:
Quiet onlookers
Offering hope and
Giving strength:
Remembering the lost.
They are the guardians
Of peace
Of hope
They watch until the end.
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