Created
2025-02-22 01:13:10.677 -0600
Observation
The Burl
I am Nature’s masquerade, grotesque on the outside, yet beautiful within. Transformed through stress, carrying memories of a time forgotten. Our kin, once revered as sacred, now severed, carved into masks. Yet in their masquerade, we remain bound, our forms intertwined. Can you still see me?
Response 1
A mother, an artist, or a tree. I wonder, which do you see? Perhaps all three.
Response 2
No tree is ordinary. Nature's marvel isn't in its rarity, but in our willingness to observe