Born in the dead of night, they're gone,
Beyond anyone's grasp now.
Their family tree - its roots run deep —
Beyond anyone's grasp now.
Swept away by powerful winds,
Beyond anyone's grasp now.
They exist alone, apart.
Beyond anyone's grasp now.
Weathering storms, the rising tide,
Beyond anyone's grasp now.
Their tales are old, from bygone days.
Beyond anyone's grasp now.
If you prune one branch, a thousand more appear.
Untouchable, they rise.
Roots delve beneath the pavement, through the earth,
Untouchable, they hide.
The tree's wisdom echoes everywhere.
Untouchable, it stays.
Honesty prevails; nothing can compare.
They're untouchable now.
Branches mend the roots, a healing art.
They're untouchable now.
Surprise and shock on every face we see.
They're untouchable now.
Inner and outer peace, eternally.
They're untouchable now.
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...
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