The waves I saw grow in ferocity.
Above, a show of darkness approaching.
Must I surrender to this enemy?
Or will the calm's stillness be forthcoming?
A single tree cannot conquer its rage.
The leaves fall softly in silence, breathless.
It sways against an unstable platform
And struggles to withstand unyielding aggressiveness.
In such despair, it has fallen before me.
My answer has come. I must leave this land.
The sky parts, an eagle soars-such beauty!
At last, freedom by the will of my hand.
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