Lone I stand
understanding them all
Hand red with labor and pain
Sometimes I miss my childhood
My children and laughter
Like it was happiness I was really after
Its not.
I am the last of my kind.
The oldest tree in the forest.
The rare beast one horning through dreams and painted fields,
I am the elder. The answered question.
Who am I?
I am protector of legends.
I am Not a unicorn.
But i am the rhino in the garden.
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