Long limbs twisting in the dance

Leafy fingers twitch and sway

Poetry described in shades of green and brown

Foundations burrowed deep into the darkness

keeping time with the heartbeat

the primal song of the earth

This choreography is not measured

in time that we can see

but is no less beautiful

and so I stop, and enjoy

a meditative, vegetative promenade

a ballet measured in decades

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