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The tree upon the forgotten hill
has been stripped of all her colors;
she stands naked and proud and beautiful
barren yet fertile upon her ground.
She delves herself into the earth
grounded in her soil's history
yet ever reaching futilely for the stars above.
She knows she'll never reach them
nor tunnel through the earth
yet still she grows in, out and up
though naked amidst her fall.
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