The Pine Trees

The Pine Trees By Patrick Lorenz The pine trees lined the road that day As I lay perfectly still And there was a soft gentle breeze As we slowly climbed the hill And without moving a muscle The sun peeped through the cloud And I did not hear a thing that day As they all stood in a crowd The door silently swung open I slid so slowly down The pine trees stood there silently As I touched the fertile ground I didn’t hear the words that day As the tears began to flow But soon it was time for the end And the time for me to go The pine trees were there above me Standing tall and so brave Then all there was, was darkness As they laid me in my grave