You were made of wood.

Fair enough, if this is how you thrive, then:

Your intellectual side cannot compare to the side you have brought forth
And if I, carried, am aware of this, this should be an easy task:

You have brought forth mountains and water, sure
What else?
Shadows of pine trees.
Therein lies the issue:

Sure your marrow grows effervescently and has been under my nose all this years,
how did I not see?
Would I trade this?
Would I differ in seek?

I simply knew this beforehand.
See:

A row of arrows, have-they-been-fired-yet?
If not, they will never cease.


Atop your biggest intentions lies fear, mate.

But, what were you made of seven years ago?
I can't wait to find out.








I wouldn't say we have yet to consume,
I wouldn't say we have been consumed for the last time, either.