The youngling came to be with the moment
Questing had begun on its path to sage
As a precious child laid to rest torment
For time urges race into adult cage
“Tell me Mother, how will I grow - ever
To be as old; as noble as Pando
The Quaking Aspen that loves forever?”
“My child, mycorrhizae is life below
Love is life, what you see above - fingers
Reaching for the sun; I never know time
I understand moments for growth lingers
Until the sun’s light eases warmth sublime.”
“Oh my tree! The face of the dreaded clocks!”
“Fear not, join ever here – free of time’s pocks.”
Questing had begun on its path to sage
As a precious child laid to rest torment
For time urges race into adult cage
“Tell me Mother, how will I grow - ever
To be as old; as noble as Pando
The Quaking Aspen that loves forever?”
“My child, mycorrhizae is life below
Love is life, what you see above - fingers
Reaching for the sun; I never know time
I understand moments for growth lingers
Until the sun’s light eases warmth sublime.”
“Oh my tree! The face of the dreaded clocks!”
“Fear not, join ever here – free of time’s pocks.”
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