Dance of life
down into the moist willing earth,
inviting our roots to take hold
in this dank, dark home.
spirals on trees a ready fingerprint
of identity, grooves of history,
records of green music to be played.
stretching branches in a ready dance,
limbs entwined, a natural face
to the downturned clear-blue sky.
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