Little pine cone, in the middle of this cold woods.
Up on a huge pine tree, covered by a thick white fog.
Reaching to the sky. Spreading lovely smells all over the woods.
Little pine cone, with his broken back bones.
Adoring the strength of the pine tree, someone he will never be.
Little pine cone, with his imaginary throne.
Waiting for the day where he has finally thrown.
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