In this place - there are two trees
Both are tall and demanding
One sits straight, erect
Phallic and unsurrendering
Even the seasons cannot alter
Its razored edges
The other bursts forth
Spreads its arms into many places
Each season is a new life
Changing, blooming, all colors
Constant, deciding
Joyously dancing with the weather
For the naked risk
It creates a multitude of life
Both trees coexists
Both in their own ways
Who they are
In this place
Is everything.
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