I am but a sapling resting underneath the canopy of leafless and eroding stone trees

Sunlight obscured, filters by brittle branches

Pooling on permafrost

My newborn leaves laps

A sweetness borne of knowledge and trust

Golden and trustworthy

It seeps and reaches infant roots

Writhe and curl

My roots embrace yours

Siphon death

Beseech life

We shall grow

When the trees of stone crumble

Author and Novelist; an eternal seeker of self.

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