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a baby deer is perplexed at a girl

crying because she hasn’t

lost her spots yet.

 

a forest who’s parents left them

has decided to keep growing.

 

there is dead wood

in the shape of a tree

yet still one green arm

still reaches out

from it

 

this year a sapling

will push it’s way through a rock

because it has nowhere else to go

but up

 

there are so many trees

that start to lean at

the tops of their trunks

for help

without knowing

they are

already enough

 

there is a weed that will grow

in a rivers’ dry bed

even if he knows his life

cannot last there.

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