I thought I would be here for ever Eons have I lasted Growing steadily stronger Embracing annual re-birth and decay
Short summers And terrible terrible winters that made me strong I have hidden depths A vast empire that you do not see
I send my children out into the world Across the sea and beyond But I am old and my time has come
The gentle hand of death is on my shoulder As I slip slowly from view As the ocean laps at my feet
Shrinking year by year Until the final dawn when I will go gracefully Leaving the world and its modern marvels To an unknown fate I never wish to see
My time will pass as all things do And tomorrow is for someone else's keeping. Adieu
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