The more grown I am the more myself I find
Tree roots branching out into the soil of the land
Nourished by the benefits left by the dead
Thriving above all creatures below
The lungs of the earth preserved for the life and glow
On a rainy cold day they came to cut her life so short
Sacrificing her precious existence for their own delusional luster just like a cult
Defenseless she surrenders gracefully falling to her demise
She was the apple of the eyes
Her bloodless wounds infecting worldwide
Watching from their tallest tower while sipping wine
On top of a world they have defiled in all parts and left to die
Tell me, are you going to take them down, or am I?
© Arvy
March 2022