The Unicorn & the Peach Tree

A tree towers
And from its reaches
Spherical flowers
Pretty Peaches

Something must have changed
Now she’s just a unicorn
The image was a stage
For her to perform

An eye glistens
And in its animation
Proof that she listens
To every susurration

No-one can change her
She’s unsoiled in every way
She must be my tutelary guide
She watches over me
Even when she is asleep
She knows the inner workings of my mind

I am the peach tree
She protects me
She’s a unicorn
Watching since I was born

No-one can deny
She is in control of me
The kind of control that keeps me safe
She is the new religion
I suppose I am the pope
To love her is the same as to hate