Watcher
Silently, I move, as if one with the mud,
ice cold water is flowing in my blood.
Not appearing to move, I slowly stand,
admist the situation that's at hand.
Now, I stand, but no one can see,
for I have become part of the tree.
I sense the leaves, feel the mighty branches grow,
I could stay here forever, and you would never know.
I withdraw myself into the trunk's notch,
perfectly still, I observantly watch.
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