I am the tree
you once called beautiful,
but I was never meant
to bend for borrowed eyes.
My bark carries storms,
my rings are records
of battles I’ve survived.
You may scatter your shade
elsewhere,
but I am not parched.
I make my own rain.
Do not mistake my silence
for weakness.
I am a forest unto myself,
untamed, unbroken,
a wilderness rising
beyond your reach.
If you could not see me,
that is your blindness,
not my lack.
I will keep climbing,
branch by burning branch,
until the horizon bows to me.
I do not wait
to be chosen.
I grow.
And I will outgrow you.
Phosphorus binds tightly in soil and requires careful management to avoid environmental harm. Just like Pete and his resentment, "lighting a fire under your ass" is an interesting way to observe a plant soil and microbial growth. Life cycles are particularly observable when the span is limited.
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