The tallest trees grew wild in the woods,
Where side by side they stood.
Roots all twisted in earth rich and dark,
Leaves bathed in the music of the lark.
Though a lone wolf can howl at the moon,
Sunrise will always come too soon.
Though any one can leap of it's own decision.
A pack hunts with much more precision.
As a community, we stand together.
All the fear and anger, we can weather.
For I believe that there's good in us all,
And help to be offered when others call.
For though troubles come, troubles go.
And we, towards the better, grow.
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Scattered Ponderings
PoetryA single note, it reads *Remember to write something profound here* (cover credit is to @adnali - if anyone's reading this, check out her stuff, it's so good) (spn & fandom is marked in title)
