Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Poetry: Tree

The earth groans and shakes with the pressure
The water screams in horror as it is stolen away from the dark crevices so far below
The wind howls in air as its path is diverted by the mass in front of it
The sun glares down its heat, furious in its inability to see the ground

It doesn't care
The negative attention is what it needs
So it laughs
Spreads its leaves
And becomes even more of a nuisance

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