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The Tree of Knowledge

The Tree of Knowledge So there's electricity like force fields around the earth Stemming from the Earth's inner core Where outside on the grass in bare feet Back to basics having the Earth's inner core recharge you To get into your own inner core To grow Ans spread out ward and up wards to comfort others To charge them back to life And recycle them back into the earth Natural compost Getting fed into the tree Trees could be souls from other times Maybe even animals souls Were all equal as one In this game of life It's survival of the fitest They majestically get their simplistic energy from the sun, moon and earth Natural elements Humans think to hard Full of junk Living, breathing, eating toxins Trees and plants make great peace with their inner self Roots are planted firmly into its concrete foundation Going nowhere in life But how did it get there in that spot? Is it satisfied enough to stay there? But still it does change each year Gets tiring? Some tree are so ever inviting Climb of perfection Just don't break anything please It took years for a branch to reach out Just let us be Than others are just plain to sensitive Just a pure defense mechanism Covered in thorns Assuming its that special that some higher power will want to hurt it Thorn bushes will run wild on you Cant tame them Trying to spread what it knows of love Knowing that it has all those thorns; nothing can hurt it Attempting to reach out & around Scaling up larger trees Just ends up hanging back down all limp Ground just a tad more comfortable? Trees are the building block to life; oxygen Humans are destroying them Other animals work with them Home sweet home Their power of beauty But they can't conquer the elements on their own Smaller plants and bushes Shorter life span but big help

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