They called me the
silent statue,
The one who sees all that is true.
Whom knew the rights and the
w r o n g s, and
The one who stood with a solid face,
seemingly
b
l
a
n
k, for eternity.
I watched the world from above the sky,
as they clawed and fought for
nothing but a
l i e.
They thought they knew
the real battleground,
but the only thing they truly knew, was
to assume.
Little did they know,
the secret lay within
the silent statue,
The one who saw the lands
all and wide.
The one who wondered
what it would be like to
become that ripple, when she could finally
s c r e a m.
The one who's voice resounds in nothing but her
mind,
yet unwinds in the deepest parts of the
world.
The one whose only purpose
is to keep quiet,
because she just
can't.
yell.
s
t
o
p.
YOU ARE READING
tree.
Poetry"a feast of words about a girl's opinions about life, her love for trees, and a certain boy."
