A face is commonly comprised of two eyes
heavily worn and burdened relieved through cries
a nose which is the detector
smelling for rotted nectar
and a mouth filled of teeth
to chew through the collective grief
as if all the parts together
were glued into place as a lure
to deceive each
feeling as if the truth is always out of reach.
As one will speak
all parts continue to seek
look to the side
dodging eyes
connected
by knowledge collected
yet there is a variance in ideals
between the trees sulking in all the feels.
One face
two eyes intertwined by one lace
pupils refuse to relate
switching, turning one believes in fate
we were born with all our knowledge
as the other tries to muster up the courage
to dispute the theory of a higher power
as if any one view is fitting of the tower.
What is toppling the trees
what is causing their decay, who over sees
ravishing of disease
a vaccine
a syringe over seen
laboratories and a collective goal
the disease itself isn’t the trees foe.
The trees guzzled the liquid through their roots
slurping in large groups
dehydrating the ground
the end is what they found.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
Temperamentally Tina 