Desert Tree
Starving for water,
Shade an unimaginable luxury,
Surviving blistering heat,
The soul quickly perishing.
Infertile soil is my foundation,
Once nature's prosperous womb,
I am her only child now,
Isolated against this monotonous hell.
Starving for attention,
Contact an unimaginable luxury,
Surviving every lonely day,
The soul quickly perishing.
Cold concrete is my foundation,
Once a path to pass,
I sleep upon her now,
Isolated against this monotonous hell.
poem by Ash Trees
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