Tree men (100 word challenge)

By Anonymous -
Tree Men
Still, patient and waiting
Taking time calculating
From faraway lands not known to man
Maybe living in neverland with peterpan
Maybe from the desert or a rainforest, we’ll never know
Even if you asked them they would’nt tell or even show
Here for the reason to keep peace
Mother natures secret police
Calm, relaxed and meditating
Although for us its quite fustrating
No word to be spoken and no movement to be made
After days and months they stayed
Sitll, patient and waiting

Still Captivating

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