Contrasting Expectation

Irony

Their spirits live within all the trees
Pen to paper they're who you appease
Mechanically smashed to a pulp thin
Every fiber holds old souls within

They guide each stroke, first to last
Every page a new, past cast

Feel their message
Oh you must

Must fairly show
These deeds just

Only the allure about paper
Nothing compares

To Compare of fruit to the caper
Nasty of pairs

Words flow from your ghost writers
Some seemingly all nighters

In time, we are to transcend this side
To the trees you and I will reside
Then it'd be us, their pen we guide

Poets and all writers alike
Oh the irony of our life