Cedar
Cloud tree, layer tree of magical lands,
An underworld, a heaven with different Earths between,
Provider of a variety of planes,
All floating, suspended, spanning their space.
Each strata reaching, stretching, fanning in the slow, slow race,
Competing with the trunk as it thickens, broadens, increases in height,
And so the enchanted lands widen adding to the might.
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