As Trees
We can let the wind and dust
run over us, seep into the
openings of our surfaces, as we
give credence to the way nature
made us --
standstill all our lives,
subject to the trembles of fate
and all the world beyond us,
yet un-stumped growth --
as we transform our thin
branches into thick trunks,
give homes to others inside us,
and feel the rings form within,
our leaves point to the sun.
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