Where the world’s light
cannot be found,
you grow.
You thrive
in the darkness,
you have found a way.
Intimate, secretive,
with sudden loud colors
and tiny puffs
that become your children.
It is a beautiful thing
to come upon you
hidden, among a pantheon
of trees, lying close beside
those who have fallen—
those who, to other eyes,
would seem dead.
But through you
all who are dead
find another life.
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