Roots within, fruits without,
It's how the world is built;
Earth below, sky over it,
It's how elements construct.
Base, both strength and depth,
Buildup on it brings breadth;
Without fount no spring springs,
No birds fly without wings.
Life throbs by pouring out,
Far and wide spreading out;
The growth, in-between process
Makes either ends life's essence.
Growth connects, breathes life,
Balances odds, brings relief
From differences a'where inherent
To flow life-force where it meant.
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