These were once hidden
The roots of a tree up ended
Now exposed
Washed clean of the ground
That held it in place
And gave it life
Formed in the darkness of the earth
A shape created by the movement of growth
And resistance of the soil
It tells a story
Of the struggle to hold on
The need to keep changing direction
Find the path
Through the dark
Of least resistance
Entangled around one another
Holding on still
Exposed to the wind, rain, sun
And all kind of vermin
But still telling the story
Of the sculpting
Of the struggle
And the glory
Of living
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Jeff Looking
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Jeff Looking
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