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Trees
I reach deep into myself to the very roots i grew. Such a strong pillar that emerged now wrotten at foundation. Fearing wind and rain as it may expose my sorrow. That which i hide deep below is slowly turning hallow. Still i bare fruit that ripens sweetly on branches that do not shake but deep below we all know how little time's left taking.
Nests in my trunk deep to my heart are many and hold life. Life can sprin whole and free from a wrotting sorce. The root withdraw and weaken more. It's times cruel jest to strength. A poor foundation is to blame for the tree that fell today.
