Tree of Life
It reached as high to the sky as its roots dug to the hardcore
I sought its refuge from rain during a dark storm
And its shelter from the blinding white light of the sun
It died but always came back the next season
I knew it had an axe in its core
Someone left it there, and it grew around the handle and head
So nobody could see it anymore
I wanted to remove it because the space it rested was dead
But I couldn’t remove it without killing the tree
So I let it stay
And I hope one day
I’ll see it once more
and know in my own core that it is free.
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