Life has a compelling journey for each of us.
Some ascend,
A sturdy oak,
Strong and stable,
Elemental and grounded.
Others meander like the branches of a mesquite tree.
My promenade is that of the mesquite.
At times I grow upward,
Often, I extend out,
Occasionally I intersect with the ground,
Not to be swallowed,
Instead,
Securing a structure,
For the branches to come.
It is a dance with the wind,
And the earth,
As I pirouette toward the sky.
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