Sequoia
I claw my way to knowledge
like roots dig through the earth
searching for a nourishment
surrounded by the dirt
Shallow thoughts won’t satisfy
Guesses will not soothe
Every time I close my eyes
my passion’s left to brood
I must thank my environment
even though it stains my clothes
Every worm and mineral
contributes to my growth
The deeper the roots
The taller the tree
The taller my thoughts
The further I see
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