Formed from the ground all alone

Their emaciated fingers reach for the sky

With skin tougher than elders

Wrinkled and gray and rough

Abiding in silence among the rest of the world

And spread their span as they age

Reaching out in their restricted life

Self supporting flow of growth

And yet they stand tall above ground

And beneath ground

Reaching to the core



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