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Lowly little robot
Standing within the trees
No woodland creature-- or human
Has ever come for me.
So stand there I must
And soon I begin to rust
As my lustrous silver
Returns to Copper
I stand there and stare
At the forest trees, bare
In hopes they'll be luckier than I~

My knees no longer bend
My fingers no longer hold
As the rust encases my body,
I return to my original mold.
However, no matter how much
I lose my ability to sense,
I kept my hope that the growing of these trees
Would one day soon commence.~