A Pine's Revenge
We’re not defenseless.
I see you there.
Watching you watching me.
Admiring me,
The frost on my Green.
Basking in the generous heat.
We’re not defenseless.
Come out and wander
Among us.
See how we glisten
From the Gold hot.
Enjoy it.
Look up while you are.
Now is my chance!
With the smell of burning pine
On the air,
The White cold falls.
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