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roots grow from the bottom of my feet
rivers branching streams into the soft soil
connections granted from those that we meet
our growth and knowledge of the world that surrounds... recoils
these underground tunnels that have formed
become the foundations of who we are
these things remain beneath our skin breathing in these contained dorms
they are synonymous with the beating of our hearts
the surface begins to blossom
reaching toward the distant sun
feeling our roots and remembering where we came from
This is when we realize that growth has now begun
the days flip the pages of the seasons
and years catch the current of the wind that blows
daily we reach for the light approaching meaning
while our outsides continue to grow