The Never Ending Row

The stalks that reach into the sky
More seeds to embark upon the dirt below
The glistening sparkles that seem to fly
While I walk the path of the never ending row
The branches like spiders, the leather type bark
Sun shining bright in spots while other's are dark
The abstract type faces, the leaves there are none
Will I ever leave this row, when will I be done
I feel the coldness as I continue to ponder
My thoughts are all over yet my mind is at ease
The stiffness, the clouds makes me wearily wander
through this never ending row of continuing trees
The cone shaped ending seems to never appear
How long will this last, will I be able to endure
Yet the thoughts are so priceless, do I ever give up?
My mind flows through the winds, so fierce and abrupt
The ending is near, my inspirations so clear,
The soft skin feeling wetness as I shed though this tear
I look behind me and remember the flow,
As I finish the journey of the "never ending row."

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