Earth Mounds Up

The earth mounds up
At the base of the trunk
To join the oak in its ascent.

But made of plant-junk,
Animal, dead stuff,
It has not that can grow.

But joining live seeds,
From deadness come the buds
That flower upward and spread,

And send back down their tears
To give more earth a life.
To lift it skyward and vault.
a tree

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