I am a Tree

Trees are true

Of them there are few

Principles rooted deep within

Visible on the surface,

Lived with authentic justice

 

Don’t wait for a summer solstice

I’m staying alive

Just watch me fight

I will survive

A found person

A misplaced map

 

Ride the seas

A book unread

A cover, a door unopened

Open the flap, turn the knob

Inside?

A gift, a provision

See it through my vision:

Do I wear rose-coloured glasses?

No, but a lens so clear you never see it,

Unless yours is too.

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