Veins of the Earth
by Jacque Hammond
A forest of trees bare in winter –
Intricate lace-like beauty of branches,
Like veins, protruding from the earth.
Each tree, one asymmetrical journey to the sky,
Each branch, a glorious balancing act.
We, the forest, are but veins of the earth.
One trunk, many branches.
One direction, many paths.
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