What it wants us to see
Vibrant colors, lush leaves
A trunk sturdy and weathered
Bathed in sunlight mighty tree
Houses friends with tails and beak
Gentle with large doses of love
The rock of hope
Foundation's breath
But beneath the splendor
A dense network of past trials
Cements meaning from within
Reminding of purpose
If the tree had its way
It would bask in splendor
A ripe incarnation
Of heavenly bliss
Never lifting its veil
Nor opening up
His job doesn't require
But his soul thirsts
And one summer's noon
While munk and peck played
A man with metal
Made the tree to his liking
When all but a stump
Was torn from the world
And critters scurried
To some other branches
His essence was scrawled upon
His veined ligaments
They whispered of troubles
Never revealed
That though hidden from sight
Gave it all meaning.
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