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Alone

Alone,
All I find is the tree.
It's bowl, it's branch,
It's,
regeneration.
The energy at its root,
Rising in a steady flow of fire.
Amassing in vast,
Liberating endurance.
And then,
And then,
Awoken,
So fully,
So truly.
It stands, recalled,
It stands replete.
This lone tree,
Is, the forest spanning past,
Set, in present site.
This lone tree,
stands here complete.
All one,
With careful meaning and action,
Found.
The ground,
Touched with gentle elation,
Whispers,
Whispers songs,
Of hymns,
Sung,
Eternal.
Written by Fiftysevenhours
Published
Author's Note
First draft or perhaps the final.. either way a story far from over.
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