Hatred and Jealousy lying hand in hand
Like the vines hung on the ancient trees of old
Where no other emotion can be portrayed
Because none have ever quite been told
Others may come and go
Bringing some joy or love
But all is lost within the roots
Of the ancient trees of old
For the others become lost and confused
Not knowing which way is back to their world of peace
And all the frustration and anxiety feed the ancient trees of old
Filling it's leaves with all the hatred of the world
A world from which no one can escape
Even if they try with their whole being
For nothing can elude the immense grasp
Of the ancient trees of old
Within the forest happiness and sadness become one and the same
Nothing ever seems to differ
And nothing does compare to the prodigious branches that reach toward the heavens
Connected to the once great standing ancient trees of old
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