Stagnant it stands,

it sees you pass by

it sees you live

you don’t even notice

It extends it’s arm

so it can be touched

it grants you a breath

but you still don’t notice

It sees you age

and build things around it

but it remains

stagnant

and you still don’t notice

Until one day

you age you grow

you visit it

you grab it’s arm

and wish you were it

but it’s too late,

you’re old you fade

but it remains stagnant.

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