Stand in Numbers
A tree alone, say are you,
but trees, by nature,
are rarely, just few.
Though some might be,
sparse and bare,
all stand,
hold tight,
to the wild winds' scare.
Adored.
Abhorred.
we harbor
a gut filled sense,
Knowing time less
than a blink,
Poof!
No, not one
would care less.
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