The Tree

The noble tree stands alone.
Majestic, silent.
Knowing all, telling no one,
The mysteries of the forest betrayed to none.
And I in my childish wanderings
Seek refuge upon your leafy bed.
I come to hide behind your strength.
Your thick blanket above my head.
I carve my name upon your heart
And pluck the fruit from your veins.
I am not thankful, nor show remorse.
I will soon lay this forest to waste.

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