Lichen Poem: Fiaiya

Fiaiya (Fie-aye-ya) by Caden738

The Fiaiya Tree grows dead

With no sticks on its stump, and no leaves on its head

It grows, and then dies

In your minds desert sun

It’s good to be dead, as it births lies

All it takes in a moment and its already begun

Because of the Fiaiya tree’s jealously sprouts

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