Image network has not requested the weak tree
been born in the shadow of the tree
strong
are few rays of light
dawn that leaves little
nutrients that land grants
yellowish tips,
anemic pleading for mercy,
not hear the mighty tree
growing and fattening more and more
... until it reaches the mountains,
the seedling, dazed, shaken and wounded
reaped by each branch
with wood to their feet
and clarity in the cup
exclaims, not needed!
I just asked
a piece of the sky.
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