Poem #44

Attributed softness and a need for soothing touch. 
Some things evil cannot mar,  In a field standing,
 is a man, over chestnut sapling.
So majestic to become, but fragile in current state
He can feel it growing, watching it blossom 
in his mind.  He is there, never leaving.

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