Still it stands, the tree of life
holding its ground
struggling to survive the endless battle.
Still it comes, the mist of death
unleashing its powers
trying to win the endless battle.
Still there is, an equilibrium
balancing the scales
making sure there is an endless battle.
Still I wonder, could someone win
life or death, growth or decay
bringing an end to the endless battle.
Magnus Holmgren
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