Tall I stood…stretch far? I could
If possible…to the stars I would
A marvel, I am created in my own likeness
For multi-purposes I flourish, some for prices
Despise this, I remain in tune with my roots
Sublime, its…like I loom with a swoon unit of troops
Like me?...gawd, I’d say to dislike me’s odd
Im massive, hard to unearth plus im like a lighting rod
A couple little sprite-lings spawned, new creation
A couple crevices secrete lubrication a true liaison
The home fortress of hornets with an ant troop adjacent
Growth with patience was due, translates vir-tue complacent
Never a tedious task, template repeatedly masked
Try to cut me down and feel an immediate wrath
I was an instrument for hate in a previous past
As people hung beaten as they bleed to the grass
Used to create heat before gas
Underdeveloped limbs invoke screams when they reach for that ass
I bark but don’t bite, I bring about dark when it’s light
When land’s cleared for homes I tend to be prone to the plight
Me, a key component of life, indeed a moment
No motive comprised, just pleased to receive atonement
peace