Central root at loggerhead with the branches
Withstanding the artifices of rocks and pebbles,
Pledging succour uninterrupted to the climax.
Reason primal expanding in witness of snail
At mute working with plentitude of soil faced
Embodying the fertility under swift lightining,
Sky divided with woods truncated spirals
Space leaving for firn grown in curiosity,
Movement of spider webb clasping the hard stem
Redefines the day netting the rays bright.
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