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It
I gave it some soil
Well watered and fertile
And, sheltered
It started so innocent
Delicate and small
And, held such potential
It embedded beautifully
Took hold with ambition
And, laid roots
It soon spilt the shell
To sprout tiny tentacles
And, reach out
It grew with a passion
Like a weed in a garden
And, waited to flower
It blossomed in the light
To flourish through the winter
And, flourish it has
It overtook the ground
Without thought of consequence
And, with conscious will
It grew for years
Unchallenged without regard
And, grew large
It stretched a canopy
That blocked the last rays of light
And, provided only shadow
It was not mysterious
Though, it outwitted the mind
And, did so well
It took a toll
Unintended when planted
And, stripped the land
It went to scavenging
The last bits of life
And, nearly did
It was a tragic day
Beautiful, yet terrible
And, quite unexpected
It illuminated in lightning
Only to disappear in a flash
And, cower to the light
It was a figment of believing
That belief allowed to grow
But, it was only a memory
