a seed is lifted
from that rocky soil
taken by the water
to the fertile site where
it had all the opportunity
for growth
it sprouts, grows into a
big tree
it tip even touches the sky
and claims to be
one of the gods in heaven
it looks down on the water
sheds off its leaves
and does not remember
the rocky soil where it once
came
the rivers and seas got mad
rages upon its roots
surges and carries it back
from its humble beginning
the one that tells this story
is the wind and all the
storms listen with all attention.
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