They spread across time

Ever slowly they found a home

Digging deep into the forest floor

They nestled into the pine-needle loam

 

Then the growing halted

there in the woods

for here lay a stony foe

and how to find a way through this rock?

These roots did not know

 

But time passes on and growth will never stop

So, with eager embrace

of this hardened fiend

The roots grew atop the rock

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