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The Acacia Tree


The Acacia is a sturdy tree.

Its roots run deep.

Its beauty astounds.

Harmless on the outside;

Unknown to man:

The toxins within kill at the touch.

Run the soul dry.

Parch the love.

Thirsts for life.

The Acacia is a sturdy tree.

Its roots run deep.

Its beauty astounds.

But it stains the innocent.

Hides its thorns.

Casts large shadows.

Cannot be cut down.

Cannot be forgotten.

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