Rooted to ground
left where planted
A tree still entrenches
past hurdles and crevices
to let the spring sprout
and dance on its branches
Staying where thrown
at the bottom of rockbottom
or hurtling down a hill
A rock nondescript
rolls, unrolls itself
into a pebble rid of edges
Scorching sun, rains unforgiving,
not even the winds diligent
steer it out of stillness
A mountain meditating
unperturbed by life
unfolding around it
A tree, a rock, a mountain
Not one bestowed by evolution
with the will to power
and become what they will
Yet a human finds the possibility
of being the becoming
a predicament worth suffering
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