o that tree
you know the tree
and every leaf and twig and branch
you feel it to the vein
its very trunk is where you’ll keep
your sprouting memories
hidden from view
cherished with love
nurtured until fulfilment, and beyond
protected
and always when it rains,
it’ll be the roots that take the strain
reliably, lovingly
converting into growth from pain
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