The human tree
Is sprouting leaves.
Leaves of lies
Are deceiving eyes.
Once one is told
Another unfolds,
The first one masked
By the second and third sprouting fast.
We cannot see
Through splendid canopies.
Hidden fears and glistening tears;
Awful deeds no longer seen.
Memory is fading
As these leaves change.
Once green and flashing,
They are now brown, red, gold and clash.
All is known
But still denied.
All is shown
Yet still we hide.
Angry voices on the wind
Rip away our leaves of sin.
Lays them down upon the ground;
Lays the lies before our eyes.
M. Justin Richard
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