The Tree

By Jason Robinson

Deep in the woods, there are things that cannot be explained

Old

           Broken

                        Stairs

                        Weaving

           In

Around

Proud Oaks and Weeping Willows.

But if you venture just a bit further, there will be

           In front of you,

Everything I, this witness, has seen.

And you too,

Will believe.

Wander the wilted way, though the mysterious mist

And just a bit more and there it will be.

A gateway looming ominously overhead

Set within a monolith, made of Titan’s pebbles.

Hasten

                        DO NOT STAMMER

                        For if you do

           You will die in GLAMOUR.

A word of caution I give unto thee

For this gate, as old and magnificent as it may be,

Is not everything that it may seem

Not everything

Appears

                                                                  To

                                      BE

What they SEEM

I have done what I can

What I have been told

I must depart

My master told me so.

But if you find yourself

Alone and deceived.

Just remember

You too, are strong

As

A

Tree