Dwarf Cherry Tree

I am humbly discouraged. Deer once again devoured gainful leaves on my lonely dwarf cherry tree I last hopefully replanted here In part, because it was repeatedly victimized by mammalian grazing, predation I hoped to leave back there. Stunted, unable to achieve even planned and scheduled dwarfish size, At risk of systemic sun-nurtured failure, not for lack of sun or water, but from over-grazing, exploitation of this tree's solitary replacement. I have some dear friendships like this over-exploitation situation destination of over-indulged nutrition. Safety zones for mutual exploration can also become havens for insecurity predation without alternative nurturing and wider multiculturally challenging divination of what is resiliently sweet, What tastes predatively sour and feels bitter, And what smells tangy fresh, And what sounds played out, tired struggling remnants of over-grazed communications, While this feels true at a personal egocentric level of predative grazing and solitary unsolidarity treeness, this hunger for safe zones feels suddenly magnified to a state national global eco-political level by social political economic multicultural distancing. Interrupting my blind normal, searching for a wider grazing field to know and become known for my sweet cherry leaves, however autocratically dwarfed or democratically magnanimous.