Each time the root
Of the towering tree
In the neighbour’s yard,
Grew deeper past
The border on the east,
And each time it grew
A new offshoot
In the easterly,
It was an infringement
Upon my lands,
But I let it be;
For nature knows
No limits,
The bounds we define,
Cannot confine,
Its abundance –
And when it does
It is but,
A travesty.

Not so
Although,
The things
That are man made;
Each time
They curled their fists,
And uttered words
With intent to shame,
It was an infringement,
Upon my dignity,
But I let it be;
For I had no strength,
To bring to an end
The travesty,
That they unleashed.

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