Existence

A wretched wind that a cyclone wrought
over the hills, a cursed seed it brought
Alone and desolate, an ill-fated seed
That was from the pleasure of tall company
Thrust unwanted into the thorny shrubbery.
Hovering tall and green through the decades,
It lived, if 'lived' could be so carelessly used,
With unsophisticated branches and needy roots
A lion amongst the sheep did it grow, the seed.

Its been a year since its last leaf showed
Fighting Autumn, in all its dreary yellowness
Its war for space with the prickly rivals unending
A braveheart still fighting for his shameful existence
He speaks, as the northern wind combs through,
To the unnamed pecker who had long made him home
Of life, the summers and winters and springs that passed.

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