Instead of coming up from the ground,
thick and full as children only to diminish
our potential with every choice until, at last,
we’re tiny, fragile things,
I like to think that we start at the end,
small and pliable, and every choice we make
brings us together, makes us stronger,
makes us wider and richer with experience.
Our momentum turns us downward,
and we join and join and join
until at last we’re sturdy and ancient,
able to support those coming after us on their journeys,
tender and green.
Though we become brown and ugly,
though we’re heavy and low,
we’re the part you lean against when you seek shade
and we’re the symbol of what you’ll miss
when the whole damned tree is gone.
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