The King

I am here
I do not hear
I do not sit
I stand eternally
never bending
sometimes breaking
but always majestic
worshipped by some
brutally used for human purposes
but always reaching for the sky
and I always stand tall
when another spirit of my forest
goes by.
The roaring spirit does not rule here,
in my jungle, for
here, I am king.


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This Poem (c) 2002 Caitlin Vender Heide
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