Tree, I wish for you to stop
You take to me like an arrow
Like a slow and thorough plague
You thrust your branches inside me
And so I am unjustly unmade
Tree, what do you want?
A light shines down upon us
Your branches could reach high
A slope of soil to tangle and take
So why am I what you entwine?
For I am a wall
Unmoving
Unsuccumbing
A reluctance to let what’s out come in
Build me high with brittle bricks
Out the window humility went
Don’t you think it’s best this way?
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