| Far from the Sun
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| And that frantic dash
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| Billions before it
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| To Earth, had crashed
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| But in this expanse
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| Where huge trees unraveled
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| A new plant was struggling
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| Where light seldom traveled
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| This small searching stem
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| Glimpsed dawn upon dawn
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| Dwarfed by gnarled limbs
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| From the day it was born
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| Hope given over
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| To all that is brief
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| Amidst the detritus
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| Dead leaf upon leaf
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| As its withering strands
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| Arched back towards earth
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| Above it, a movement —
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| A death to bring birth
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| Rays filtered, then poured
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| As a forefather fell
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| With the passing of giants
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| The stem could now tell
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| That life would come quickly
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| And it did, as it gorged
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| Transformed by the day
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| As the fueling light forged
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| Fixated above
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| The sky its sole purpose
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| Its oblivious growth
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| Led the insects to surface
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| And small though they were
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| En masse, they had come
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| To gnaw at its base
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| As it reached for the Sun |