One word, Wood
Wood is equisite. It's classy, it's smooth. Put it on furniture, and it's scholarly. Put it in a car, and it's pimpin. Put it on a phone, and it's more than unique, it's BAMF.
Along with leather, cotton, and ganja; wood was once alive. Composed of cells, now dead, just a skeleton remains. Which outlasts, mortals or wood? From the 5000 old bristle-cone pine, to the 400 foot tall redwood, it's grandeur is real, whether in present or past form.
Contained in one word is more feeling than be said in this infantile language. Enumerable possibilities, defined by mere letters. Poetry based off the foundation of thought, advanced beyond words.
Although short, why say more, when contained in the title, is meaning galore.
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"Composed of cells, now dead, just a skeleton remains. Which outlasts, mortals or wood?"
But wood has to endure so much pain. Watching as it's family is burned each night. Or chopped down.
I feel bad for them now.
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