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From Roots


From Roots
by Andi Lutz

Cherry blossoms fade,
wilt and die,
gone until next year.

The cycle,
a never ending circle.

From the branch begins fruit;
small, hard, and green,
to soft and ripe.

Then rotten if not picked,
falling to the ground.

The tree gives to itself
to be fertilized
and to spread more
throughout the earth.

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