In the quiet dance of earthen form,
Where roots entwine and life is born,
Approach with a heart as steady as stone,
Grounded in truth, where seeds are sown.
First glances, though brief, hold the weight of earth,
In the curve of hills, in the soil’s rebirth.
A stance firm as rock, or a body that sways,
Speaks of struggle, or sunlit...
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