The cognizant tree had fell.
It's life was thrown straight to Hell.
However, the birth of the seed, that was planted by this tree,
Was given a chance, right the wrongs of it's ancestor's unholy dance.
Heaven forbid, the seed learn from its roots.
Crippling inside, it shows a growing dispute.
Will it become what it must never be?
Will it become a cognizant tree?
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Wallflowers and the Door To Nowhere
PoetryThis poetry book is of some of my poetry. This is a work in progress, because I have many poems, I will publish one poem each chapter. The name of the chapter will also be the poem's title. I will try and post five poems a day, sorry ahead of time i...
