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He was a Gnarly Snarly Tree Root

He was a snarly, gnarly, encumbered tree root.
Diving into the earth in the most twisted, gnarly way.
His attitude was gnarly too, and he was thickening.
Why me? He demanded. What did I ever do?
There was only silence until a curious worm stopped by.

The worm had all kinds of questions for him.
Most he could not answer, but it intrigued him 
That an earthworm could talk oak. So they became friends
And he became less caustic, less grouchy, and more open.
Life as he knew it before, a distant memory.

Copyright © Caren Krutsinger