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feeling the beginning of push from mudded Earth,
knowing the depth for which i am worth,
hatching like an egg spreading over a space,
never moving from this harsh place,
growing more as time means nothing to my purpose of being,
always touched by wind but never seeing,
nutrient of below feeding through the stem to flower,
bright sun shine on me and clouds shower,
life is worth living for something so small,
because you dont need to be a tree to stand tall.