For me to arrive
The Tree of Life prepared
As I had nose dived
It waited and held space
It glistened with light
It gave us our breakfast
At dawns golden light
It gave us bronze eggs
In succulent fruit
It promised us sustenance
It promised us youth
It feeds our eyes daily
With visions of wealth
It provides us daily
With trump cards it dealt
The Tree of Life drips
With the juice of life swelled
The Tree of Life roots
In the hardness of hell
It doesn't need water
It doesn't need care
It roots rather freely
On soil that is bare
Simple and strong
The Tree of Life stands
Bathing in light
Connecting our strands.
--I AM EVE IS ONE
via EVE Featherstone
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