The Tree

November 25, 2012
My foundation grows deep,
Extracting the drops
From the darkness

My arms extend
In all directions,
Heeding the needs of
Those they hold.

My tips grasp
Every shard of light
Whispered through
Their kin.

My core expands great,
Granting protection and
gathering strength from
My whole.

If one part were to end,
My entire might
Would Fall.

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