Standalone Poem by Ryano ; ,

I live within the woods
Never out of it to see
Life without its labour
Taking an axe to me
So instead
I mould around the immovable
Like a crooked tree

With branches cut & body slumbered
Counting knots in growing numbers
Experts comment on a weakened lumber
But with flaky bark
They never stand by you in the dark

My frame & order both remain tall
Standing alone with crooks
If they are how I fall
Await the seeds
Spare some leaves
Take one out of my book