First poem

[Beyond all Lines]

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Tree in the distance, twisted and writhing,
Serpentine branches, reaching and trying,
Each day slowly it grew reaching t'ward skies,
Endlessly searching for god knows what prize,
Oh tree, it pains me, you fight everyday,
Working yourself hard, t'ward an early grave,
Perhaps I'm wrong your just grasping for stars,
Thither they are afar from your short arms,
Maybe it's visual the game that you play,
To grow bigger than your neighbours display,
Can it be, that a tree sees more than me?
For are they not the more stern, solemn and wise?
Tree without mouth or words you have left thee,
Pondering these questions, thoughts  and surmise

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I saw a tree, twisted and writhing,
Serpentine branches were reaching and trying,
Each day slowly it grew reaching t'ward skies,
Endlessly searching for an invisible prize,
Oh tree, it pains me, you fight everyday,
Working yourself into an early grave,
Perhaps I am wrong your just grasping for stars,
Thither they are afar from your arms,
Maybe it's superficial the game that you play,
To grow bigger and stronger than your neighbours display,
Can it be, that a tree sees more than me?
For are they not more solemn and wise?
Tree without mouth or words you leave thee,
A thousand questions, thoughts  and surmise