Slowly Thinks the Tree

A seed unzips and happiness is found.
The Sun that I seek, warms the ground.
Up, up, up I grew, many seasons.
Of why I did, so many reasons.
I thought of several, as time the Earth kept.
But I forgot when winter came and I slept.
I added rings to my trunk and grew.
Tall I was- to be tree was all I knew.
I felt the Earth and Sky, felt the rain,
From my roots to my crown, and then felt pain.
Down I fell, and machines my limbs took.
Today I am changed; today I am book.

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