I Am a Tree
I am a tree
with roots that run deep
and branches that stretch
toward the sky.
My leaves rustle
in the gentle breeze,
a symphony of whispers
in the quiet of the day.
In the night,
I stand tall and proud,
a sentry watching over
the slumbering world below.
My bark is rough,
weathered by the passing of time,
but within lies a heart
that beats with the rhythm of life.
I am a tree,
a symbol of strength and resilience,
a reminder that even in darkness,
there is always light.
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Oscar Auliq-Ice’s body of work spans a wide range of genres, including poetry, short stories, fables, novellas, and theatrical plays. His fictional writing stands out for its originality and emotional depth. In the realm of non-fiction, he delves into intricate philosophical and societal themes, addressing topics such as ethics, logic, political philosophy, epistemology, existential thought, and the philosophy of mind. Renowned for his concise and clever epigrams and aphorisms, Auliq-Ice has earned recognition as a thinker who skillfully combines scholarly insight with mainstream accessibility.
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