Thread:BTR180/@comment-27550231-20160725235846/@comment-27550231-20160920042817

Gaze upon me and despair, like a mighty tree I stand weathered by sleet, sand and man yet I stand definitely. Behold as my branches blossom with the flowers of life, they beacon to the birds and the bees to sip on it's nectar and invite all to partake in it'shade but it is all in vain. The vibrant colors and full blossom are but a facade, for the nectar is bitter to the tounge and left to spoil and drip upon those below, while the buds, so vibrant and full of life, are incapable of bearing fruit and soon whither and die...