A little patch of green: the cloth that hides
The trees from sight. From what I see, this tree;
This rebel tree defies the law which ties
The world with knots. The rebel tree is free.
Its bark is worn from nature's tired try.
Its roots are firm; they hold it to the sand.
Its breathing branches reach up for the sky.
The oldest tree; the wisest in the land.
It seems symbolic for humanity.
And broken patterns, and insanity,
And I am glad it has been found by me
I will cut it down and keep it safely.
For the unnatural rebel tree, if found,
Will be condemned to hell and burned to ground!
Written by WaveDivisionMultiplexer