Of Trees and Treason

In uniform, you stood

Stately, composed

Rising perfectly

From a picky pine floor

Your bark, thick skinned

Never felt the sun

Beating gently in sync

With your heart

  ~

Roots hidden and bent

Lies told and sold

You fell gracefully

To those naïve

Your story stands still

Teetering on old twigs

Carelessly swaying

With the wind

Truth

It is what it is

Unobscured , sunlit

A guiltless glow of certainty

Barbed and bristly

Thoughtlessly exposed

Nettles rooted and ready

Unwittingly aimed

At pricking me