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Sit up Grow up And we reach higher and higher Away from the ground. Away from the root. Away from the child we once were and will always be. Do you know how to lengthen, to stretch, to grow? A tree must put down roots to become. A tree takes water from those roots, those nursery school games. Learns immediately intrinsic understandings: empathy, kindness, inclusion, friendship, play, joy, laughter, silliness, emotion, resilience, laughter But we lost interest in coming home with grass stains and sticks in our hair. We threw away the will to grow down, get dirty. If only the tree could speak “it’s the only way to reach the sky” I love you arrived
and I looked back to see who sent it. considering carefully are you there? come hold me. The Fog sighed not for a single breath blink of an eye or moment’s slumber have I not been here have you not been held. |
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October 2022
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