
Aboard a tall ship—
where our egos go to die;
bonds are made stronger.

Aboard a tall ship—
where our egos go to die;
bonds are made stronger.

Gently the giants
nibble away at dead trees;
observing humans.

A sea of roses
at the top of their careers
waiting to be picked.

The city is still,
from ashes branches protrude
bare from winter’s bite.