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Starting from a dark inner womb like place
Earth, mother of many Similar ones such as myself
Looking around I saw roots, mine and if others
Of oaks, of maple, of common ones
Before the thought "am I enough to go out? And take whats outside? " could occur, the brown broke and light seeped through
Suddenly thrust into green and bright, seeing how there are others already big and blooming, some just sprouting like me, some still buried inside the womb, my siblings which won't be like me whatsoever
As time passed and I grew I wondered again, was I deserving of such nurture, what fruits would I give? Can I give them. What sets me apart from others in this family of green
Once I saw an oak, so regal and royal in its time, now shedding and forgotten surrounded by dead leaves, I saw someone take away it's woods saying "old thing is dying ,let's use it's wood for our gain "
It scared me. But then there was the thought that even after death, it persists in importance
So many things so many thoughts
Can I persists?