Ancient Roots
The tip of each root twists neatly
where earth holds it so sweetly,
its tendrils—like fingers grown
deep— cradle soil, embrace
and keep the moisture
tight with anchored
might, ground to
crown, renown,
tree.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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