I was sloten from a crystal palace then set apon a throne of glass.
The glass shattered beneath my figure and I was lead to a castle of stone.
This castle held strong till fire sang; abandoned for the noble, crashing waves.
But as I lived my life under sea, land above was dearly missed.
Now I stand, a part of all.
My lean branches graze the clouds, the sky.
My tall trunk sways with wind, with rain.
My powerful root lays beneath grass, beneath soil.
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