Like A Tree That Sits

Like a tree that sits... To be observed and taken for granted. I am here. Not to intellectualize my emotions. But to feel them as experienced. Not to convince! But to know that they exist. Whether you see them exposed bared. Or not! Or whether I keep them within. They do not stop. I live to feel every one of them! And changing my outer appearance... Does not excuse the fact, They are intact. To be shown. Beneath an exterior... One soul only at a time condones. And inside me this is known. Like a tree that sits, Rooted.