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call them a tree huggers

       
     
back where i was born      
roamed carefree      
stood and still stands      
a baobab tree      
 
born somewhere back      
in the sixteenth century      
       
somehow it stands      
amongst the ruins of a fort      
not too far away      
from an emperor's court      
       
legend says the hollow      
sheltered forty men      
hasn't changed much      
from what it did then      
       
had the good fortune      
spent time inside      
from the entrance on its chest      
a hole shaped cardioid      
       
has this haunting beauty      
an eerie peace and calm      
a place so sublime      
borne witness to the harm      
       
takes not a wise soul      
to appreciate it all      
among the strongest of the ruins      
standing mighty, tall      
         
what the teenage group      
appreciated then      
cherish it they now      
as middle life men      
       
men with heavy hearts      
and nowhere else to go      
men being the men      
scars they do not show      
       
they unburden their soul      
scream their hearts out      
arms embracing  trunk      
they wail their troubles out      
         
it listens and not speaks      
to burdened hard men      
not too different      
from what it did back then      
       
alive amongst the ruins      
since  sixteenth century      
offering but solace 
the baobab tree      
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
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