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The ash tree remembers what the oak forgets
As time wends on and memory frets.
The future is born under linden leaves
And the sun reveals all he sees.

Though ancient powers, great and tall
Weave their plans through all in all.
Still stands the hearts bold and true
Who lay the work for worlds made new.

When ancient sorrow brings present pain
And futures are killed for earthly gain,
Though blood and bone are forever tied
And corruption’s call cannot be denied,

Still in that moment choice remains
How to endure and how to regain
The legacy lost through no fault of our own
And find the way forward through paths unknown.

Though the world may end in sorrow and pain
Hope weaves on through soft falling rain.
And those who linger find what the Ash Tree knows:
That which has ended may always regrow.

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