THE TWO TREES

Poem: No. 07, 30th April 2024

Therein on my palms grow two trees, 

One is pure, the other is tainted. 

The first has roots, linear and warm, 

In realms of secrecy, those gently unfold 

The first is a cautious but tender one 

A constant adventurer, serene and free. 

Its branches sweep in full bloom 

It is the pure tree, blessed with forgiveness. 

The second, has roots, sinewy and cold 

It branches out in carefree charm, 

Its heart hidden, its leaves massive 

It is the tainted tree, seeking redemption 

But in the shadow of both 

Some find purpose, others stray. 

Tainted or pure, each tree bends to the will of the seeker 

The one whose destiny sits still within their foliage 

Therein on my palms lie these two trees, 

One guides into actions, the other forecasts consequences. 

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