The Trees Beyond

Today, I’m not sure what I’ll do,

I’m unsure what secrets will lie before me.

There door beyond me beckons me through,

As there’s beauties as there that lie beyond the tree.

The tree in my garden is only a fraction of the world,

But for the time being, it’s all I wish to view,

As the trees beyond them have that have been curled,

Curled into lies, deceptions that push through.

There are eyes out there that may do me harm,

Yet I know nothing of these apparent storms,

So maybe there’s something that can keep the calm.

But I’m yet to know, of those trees bare sharp horns.

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