What May Fall Will Rise Again

Sitting in a park,

Watching

The trees,

How easy it is

To find more

Mysteries.

How did we

Truly

Get

Here,

And what does

The ebb

And

Flow

Of the branches

Indicate?

Are they signs

Of shifts

In

The

Sands

Far

Away,

Or

A glimpse

Into the direction

We’re

Being

Blown

Into?

What origins

Did this land

Take?

What 

A

World 

The Earth

Shall

Continue

To

Make.

Far and near,

The roots

Of our

Reality

Are uncovered

Ever so slowly

And

Marginally

Clear.

The branches

May 

Fall,

And

Leaves

May

Fly,

But the roots

Are strong

And the end

Is

Nigh.

Grow

And

Grow

And

Grow

Again,

What may fall

Will rise

Again.

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