This poem is what I consider to be my latest master-piece.... I realize the punctuation is off as is the rythm in a certain place, but there's a reason for that...explicate my friends :p. Think transcendental.
The Tree Line
Upon a stroll through garden great
I chanced a glance toward the green
Where all the forest trees were hung
Upon each other, bough on bough
It seemed merely mother nature's hug
This pack of trees, much like a crowd
That stands along the edge of sane
Indeed, distinctly drew the line
Between beginning forest leaves
And ending grassy blades of brown.
But one lone tree stood beyond the rest
This one lone tree which seemingly took the quest
Stood alone, obviously blessed.
A patch of green, a sea of brown.
Although in years to come the tree
Will be consumed, fellows swift
To overtake once tree line resets,
This single tree remains to be
The lead, the light, but the loner.
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