She stand here just to fall someday
She rises and grows
Everytime she does,
She is a little more wiser and still
She knows it all
The loudness and joy of child’s birth
The solitude and sorrow of death
And a brief state of bewilderment that connects them both
Generation passed
Eras ended
She still stands
As upright as she can
As strong as she can
Her eternal loyalty to the ground
souvenir 
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