Petrified Fields
Lying upon a barren field
With no hope, no life
Frozen in time
Torsos and limbs in suspended animation
Arms branching to the skies
Towards the heavens in desperation to understand
Concentric rings that mark your age
And the eternity that you remain in
Scattered about
Where did you come from?
Who won the battle?
What purpose did it serve?
How many sapling unsheltered?
You are nothing
Nothing but petrified wood
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