I Love Trees

Bark pressed to my face
A solitary grace
An altar with deep roots
Far beneath my boots
My flesh is old I know
But still I need to grow
I’m ever filled with passions
These things get me through the night
I have no shame, for I know that I am right
I will light a bright red candle
I will wait to watch it burn
Then, when no one can hear me
I will scream and I will yearn
Still, I will trudge onward, by now, contented with my pain
Embracing all the trees and crying in the rain~
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