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Living texture, green growing promises

A recording of ages, brown leaves blown by the wind

Wordless wisdom ingrained, flowing motionlessly

Like silent roars of thunder, born of soil

From seeds and acorns, mastodons

Here before, here after

Embedded in the land, pillars of the Earth

Foundation, man’s best friend

From fire to furniture, essence

Existence, a nod to eternity

And at the core, where all lines melt together

Perfect imperfection.