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Chains of the Copse
Nobody’s a forest even if they try
to envision a green sea in their mind
unbroken in vast tranquility
the uniform considered as purity
standing as one against the sky
this is imagined to comply
with the wishes of distant gods
who see the whole as their flock
these fevered dreams deny the truth
this sea is made of single trees
verdant drops in an ocean’s depths
each with a life to reconcile
dividing self from the whole
allows the soul to truly roam
away from chains of the copse
the tree is left to stand alone.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200113.
to envision a green sea in their mind
unbroken in vast tranquility
the uniform considered as purity
standing as one against the sky
this is imagined to comply
with the wishes of distant gods
who see the whole as their flock
these fevered dreams deny the truth
this sea is made of single trees
verdant drops in an ocean’s depths
each with a life to reconcile
dividing self from the whole
allows the soul to truly roam
away from chains of the copse
the tree is left to stand alone.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200113.
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