Thrive While Alive
All is peaceful, but upon closer inspection,
the Leaves the Trees in every direction
are shaking, quaking, churning, yearning,
inflamed higher, and passionately burning.
Then Calm again arrives quenching the notion.
The Leaves the Trees are void of emotion.
The infuriating Cycle consumes the core
between apathetic contentment and parched for more.
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