There is a forest of small trees in a small valley, all of them conformingly similar But off to the east alone in the sun stands one unlike all others A porcupine tree, with prickly leaves, Evolution developed it well For remote as it is, it's happy that way; it doesn't want to be touched Briery fondescence sometimes razor-blade sharp protect it from all of the world Alien to birches and maples and oaks whose beauty is only skin deep is the shade of difference hidden, underneath the magnificent porcupine tree.
Reason for writing:
conformity- individuality- my home town- a bunch of stuff
Birth sign: Aquarius
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