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THE TROSPHERE1
THE TROSPHERE1
The epiphyte has no "stems"
Of its own.
So it crawls on the stems of trees
It too seeks the heavens
Or where the sun is
As if it can get there
But the journey is worth it
But the tree, kind and gentle
Who allows it must
Not be so proud
Of lordship
It must remember
Like the epiphyte
The soil holds it.
1 - The earth
The epiphyte has no "stems"
Of its own.
So it crawls on the stems of trees
It too seeks the heavens
Or where the sun is
As if it can get there
But the journey is worth it
But the tree, kind and gentle
Who allows it must
Not be so proud
Of lordship
It must remember
Like the epiphyte
The soil holds it.
1 - The earth
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THE TROSPHERE1
THE TROSPHERE1
