Suffering are the roots of an apple tree Awaiting the sweetness foreseen prior to a bond with soil Roots are shallow. He waits; The land around him is fallow. Instinctively; He digs deeper, grows stronger and taller. a cold winter's night and now his limbs are bare. a brush fire who leaves ash and soot above his roots. a child pulling the bark away from his trunk. fungal root rot sucking the life out of him.
He sees a better place across the horizon, in another plain; where the water flows and the sweetness upon his limbs fill him with love; he gives back to the soil and to the animals what love has given him.
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