I have planted these seeds,
They have grown from mere weeds,
Crawling towards the sky,
Shaping clouds of their dreams,
Housing nests, holding biomes,
Wonders yet to be seen,
Whispering, as branches
Form intricate weaves,
Unfurling rainbows of glorious leaves,
Which rain from the heights
In what patterns they please,
Standing in their shadows,
I am lost among trees.
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