Oh,
to be inspired,
by a tree.
To,
exist tethered to such beauty.
Such,
shall forever amaze,
me.
Shall,
forever sit pon my lips.
As,
I whisper of it's,
stillness.
Of,
this singular existence.
For,
as I gaze,
upon such.
I,
exist absent the ability to see,
parts.
To,
focus on,
on a singular spot.
All,
at every moment,
exist within,
eye.
Within,
the mind.
I,
wonder,
if this sound,
is comprehended?
If,
"tree",
means anything,
to modern minds?
For,
I wonder,
if one could comprehend,
a primordial life?
I,
wonder,
if understood,
would one seek to kill,
such?
To,
take from earth,
that which,
has forever been?
For,
it would seem,
nothing exist as,
sacred,
to these beings.
That,
existence itself,
simply need not be.
So,
why care of beauty?
©yungb123
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