Hallow man where can you be?
I’m the tree in the forest, lightning has stricken me.
You are so empty how can that be?
Great energies have coalesced and chosen this tree.
Why you while the rest stay green?
I was perhaps standing where I shouldn’t have been.
If rooted in spot how can one choose?
If I had never been created beauty I would never loose.
So better a stump of black and grey?
I have always been here I could not walk away.
But aren’t you a man, could you not leave?
To have choice where one stands? You’ve been deceived.
---The words of a lie an owl once told me.
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