Tree

Singular sticks stretch outwards,

Following a pattern

No one understands yet.

They swell and burst

With fruitful beginnings.

Growing and becoming firm,

They stabilize and support.

More twigs appear and form,

Becoming ever more entwined

With the ground and the sky.

White fronds appear

Underneath the soil,

Dirtied by their environment.

It is not one thing

But a worthy collaboration

That appears as one

Before our wondering eyes.

 

© 2017 Valerie Hathaway

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