Don't litter
my pretty tree
with ugly
truths for leaves
thorns that cut
like swords
with no
protective sheaths


Seeds of a deceiver
try to take
root
to *******
sweet and sticky
fruit
to grow into
choking vines
It's only purpose
is to bind
then confine


but my tree
is too strong
It has to be
I blow with the wind
that carries me
Down by the sea
Peaceful quiet
and fancy free