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I felt her roots firmly ground me,

Morning dew

Washing the pain away.

She shied her power

With a humble smile at the Sun.

 

The light on her face

Healing forests afar,

A single seed of hers

Greeting seven generations to come.

 

© Nicoletta

 

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

 

 

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