The Mirror Tree

The Trees are miracles indeed A strange thing to see Myriad of reflective leaves This would be the mirror tree Thousands of smiles shimmering Like tiny wonders upon sunny seas Some would disbound with these Empirical imaginations to blind to see Easily dismissing the forest and the trees Thousands of frowns shimmering Lay still upon the pragmatic grounds of beliefs Stepping on the variable shards of shining seeds While sprouting silverlings fill the pockets of disbelief No longer looking for the root of truth how can this be The branching greed still chokes all of these Thousands of grimaces shimmering Twisting in the earth Rotting beneath the trees