it found this spot
to grow, for there is
nothing else around?
I could not have
survived here
with all my reasoning,
blinded by this hot and dry.
Yet, this unthinking thing lived
where I would die.
Why struggle to survive
in a barren land
when these limbs will only lie
someday to feed the sand?
What was this will that
lived within this tree
that lives in me
and cannot die?
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