6:34 PM

Sword in the Stone

Posted by Student/Teacher |


I know a tree
It is red
And the truth
Of it's life
Is only found
In it's death
Where light
Meets drought
Meets cold
It bleeds
This confession
With remarkable presence
And the bare naked limbs abound
Bleeds down to it's soul
Till it too stands
Upon solemn ground
Shameless