I came far, all the time rooted like a tree
standing still I soared
lifting and setting off like a bird
when I passed the skyline I dived
not by choice, but by instinct
soaring, diving was all the same
the freedom of it was without limits
all the time my roots deep into the top soil
linking me to the ground
to secret processes of the mould
that was the key to everything
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