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The Tree Bends Down
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Personal- Hopeful I was a tree
minding the leaves on canopy tops,
and acting as shade for
those below.
The air is more refined up here,
The ground-
a brown mass of subordinates,
fated to be my nourishment.
I towered over everything
and stomped through the forest,
snapping [at] all in my path
like tiny twigs,
indifferent to their substance.
After all, they were
only obstacles in my way.
I had to bring myself
to dirt’s level,
wipe my distinguished eyes clean,
and reach down
cradling soil in my palms
realizing, without them,
I would have surely withered.
