Whispering breeze
slow glide
floating, falling
trickles
down
down
down
....slipping
into darkness
cold
damp
murky depths
Swimming, drowning
scent that strangles
stench so vile
enriches beneath
muck and mire
Struggle
fight
cleave
grasping to take hold
sprouting root
seeks foundation
Secures survival
wants release
poke
prod
climbs ever higher
Seed takes stem
break free
baby bud
springs forth
out of darkness
dances with the wind
once again
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