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There stands one particular tree among the forest embankment
which is enriched with unique personalities,
their roots are different in their entity;
        coming from the source of mediocrity where

each is seeking bliss and nurturance
within the realm of single popularity,
but the comfortable arms of foreign affairs
        are blind to the reality…
or so it seems.

As the forest’s friendly leaves sway, drift, and decompose
llistening to their primal physicality’s;
this marks the death of the acquaintance leaf
        seeking the mystery…
        of one particular tree while

a whispering fog gently settles the ancient palm valley
with enormity, as the patter rain cleanses the soul,
washing into the pores, creating purity in

the mist, which inoculates the forest encampment
and fills the jungle with aesthetic obscurity,
        heading to the proximal point
        of this one particular tree.

Internal tribal beats resonate yester reflections
and present tribulations without dormancy stemming

the non-synergetic ways styling the forest conformity
which are taking note of this one particular tree yet,

one unique leaf rests witness with prudence
        to this pattern of peculiarity…
looking out from the glass treasure of hybridity
as the sun beams down through the green house windows
        with spirituality, and then

one day, the wind lifted this unique leaf
into the forest presence, not expecting any immediacy,
as the fog gallantly blankets the palm valley with subtlety.

Will this leaf match this particular tree or
be an acquaintance fading into ambiguity,
        seeking the mystery?

The forest will stand tall and see. Perhaps this leaf will be me.

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