Twin pines
Divided by iron and time.
Upright, steadfast,
Knowing.
Pillars of proof
that Mother Earth
And Father Faith
Had an interconnected plan.
Watching over the world
As humans, like tiny ants,
Tunnel the soil around their roots
And build barricades
Between their branches.
Of the same seed,
Yet taught from first sprout
That this branch or that
Makes them indubitably different;
Learning as seedlings that it is God's Will
That they must gaze at each other
Skeptically
From a distance.
Yet tiny threads still connect them
From underneath
And the same sun shines on them
From above.
They sway uncertain,
Rocking for comfort,
As breezes whisper reminders
That their underlings separate them
Artificially
And disobey
The true Laws of Life.
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