The accumulation of me:
Hanging from the scaffold
drifting back to the tree
from tree to seed; the seed
takes me to the earth, to ferns
chomped by giant reptiles
and eventually
the sea.
When they cut
me down
they wanted me to believe
the blue fairy
had saved me.
I stood firm -
felt my feet in the earth
of a million years ago,
the remains of the sea
in the tears that welled -
I am not a product of her wand.
Life did not come cheaply,
not for the seed
nor the tree:
Not for the plankton
nor the first single cell.
All steps on the journey
to the point
where I am able to claim
my own two feet.
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