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The Sapling
The small sapling -all
alone in the vast expansiveness
Grapples its way up....
Its strong foothold
-the terra firma,
It penetrates deeper and deeper
Probes into the unknown fathoms.
The air around is tumultuous...
With the breeze whip lashing the tender fronds
Growth hardening the slender stalks
It stands......
....Resisting....
Every mark -every chisel
-Every streak echoes tales
Of its making -
Of its strength -
To stand against the turmoil
Rooted to the ground
That holds unrevealed...
Secrets of it’s strength within.
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