Sprang from barren soil .
Dry cracked shattered ground.
Long over farmed, now a ghost town.
Grows like a tree.
This new form of men.
Matures to uproot.
Then spreads like a weed.
Legs like the mangrove ,wades at low tide.
Arms of oak branches. Hopes Redwood high.
Saw-grass sharp witty, with the patience of a cactus.
Backbone made of teak.Thorn-bush like grit.
A tree that thinks of heaven. And Frasier firs lit.
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