The Whole Tree

"The earth remembers, and the sky awaits."

The roots sink deep where silence keeps its store,

they drink the sorrow buried in the clay.

They bind the earth, yet always thirst for more,

their whispers rising where the shadows stay.

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The branches arch beyond the storm and flame,

their scars a script the heavens learn to read.

They bear each loss, yet lift it into name,

transformed in longing, answered in their need.

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Together they are one—both depth and height,

a single body bound by dark and fire.

The roots hold grief; the branches shape it light,

a circle woven of both loss and desire.

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So I stand here—between the earth and sky,

rooted in memory, reaching to try.