Rooted

Photo by me :)

I stand trimmed tall,

Brimmed,

Cut never to fall.

My edges smoothly

lined,

Up to the point,

I rise.

My shape speaks

precision

and infallible design.

So I stand rooted firm

Evergreen,

Deciduous,

Poignant.

A city on a hill,

But I remain hidden;

Amongst the swarms of beachgoers.

I fade

into the surroundings

of picturesque waters

and skies.

Like an inanimate object,

they suppose me to

be.

But I breathe.

I sway.

I give.

I protect.

Oxygen free.

Life free.

© My Feathered Pen

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