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Wrapping yourself within your own life

This rustic patchwork draws me in,
Twisted roots of silent guards,
upward reaching, never ceasing,
crowding the air with awe-inspiring leaves.
Walking, Weaving, Wading within,
Gently caressing the lanky limbs.

Statuesque sways so tall and proud,
Pretending to be solid oak,
Through its hollowed sound.

Gangly bends at breeze,
succumbing to the disease of boasting...
Better branches, Better leaves.

We know the secret, we've always understood,
Your petrified personified,
Your Forest,
Your Trees,
Your Eyes,
See.