The wind assails the gentle birch-
She clings to dirt
And deeply sends foundation roots
Like straws to tap earth's bosom-
She climbs as well, with outstretched arms,
Toward the sun-
Grasping only air, she reaches
For life, high into the sky,
With myriad leaves on nimble limbs,
Singing silent songs to the
Assailing wind
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