Family Tree

The branches of my family tree

Branch out from the trunk of me

A lineage of my progeny

Of fruit, fallen, not far from me

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Umbilical cord limbs are degrees

Of separation removed from me

But the same sap that defines my tree

Drips down to the ground I see

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Four seasons cycle inclemently

And verdantly poise the lush I'll be

Punctuated by barren wintries

Proud plumage explodes preemptively

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And concentric rings of history

Embrace, enclose autobiography

Presenting my documentary

Of the forest, not seen, for the trees

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