Foreign Roots In Desert Fall

Foreign Roots in Desert Fall. It is sad to watch the big tree wearing a vast crown of hubris, casting demonic shadows it allows nothing else to elevate. Blows leaves of steel and stop anything that may help a small bush grow. Once this tree was admired, an example how fast arid land, fit only for the native Arabs, olive trees and goats, grew into ten thousand blood dripping roses. In time, countries far away came to fear this tree’s voraciousness its boughs try to strangle the world; it is as it needs to govern us to feel safe. Until we saw its weakness: ” This is a frantic tree, a foreign plant in agony it has lost its purpose, has no ethics. Worse of all its bark is scabby, roots are shallow; the tree can tip over if our anger and disgust get to be a lashing hurricane, which upend the tree; and its leaves will forever restless rustle on the road to nowhere.