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I plant my feet

Upon the earth

Rooted like the tree before me

It stands like a metaphor,

That like the leaves that change and fall,

I too have my seasons

I reach to its limbs

The hands that hold every bloom

And smell an aroma that echoes with life

I stand grounded

And though my mind begins to race

I sink deeply into the soil beneath me

I am planted,

Firmly like a seed

The roots like hands that reach to me

This tree

It calls to me

In the echo of the wind, it says,

“You are a precious human being.”