The tree bark is covered in spines
It's all lit up by an aggressive sun
The forbidden illumination
Read through language of the sky
Tower coarse barren and slippery
The humid morning gives the thorns their silver
The treebark forms a steel dullness
The morning chirps with optimistic temperature
Hugging the spines of the tree
For beady eyes attached to focused hawks radiate
Yet they hesitate to risk their regal wings
For the promise of breakfast
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