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Jan 2013
Silly, silly tree they say.
Tree grow, tree tall, branches flow, branches fall, wind blows, wind sprawls.
Tree cries, tree bawls, branches fly, wind enthralled, tree leans, tree sways, waiting to snap, atmosphere hectic, chaotic, structure and order eroding.
Soon the tree will cease to reach beyond the horizon.
Yet onlookers look on, all they see is a stubborn tree that can never be broken.
But they can't see wind.
Axiomighty
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