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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