The ancient tree struggled to survive
challenges to its heritage of the land
claimed as its very own through the authority
of divine recognition, the intervention of a
belief and a faith as guarantor it would be
its own as a timeless landscape of light
in a world of darkness. Until its roots were
severed and its branches sought refuge
elsewhere, everywhere haunted and hunted
forever yearning to return to the fabled
land torn from its grasp. Time is said to
heal all wounds as it ushered the tree back
to health, re-establishing roots recalling
branches to return and the land flourished
calling out as a haven to all its lost souls
the oppressed and the persecuted to come
and we will honour the past to preserve
the future yours to treasure forevermore.
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