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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=369329" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mystic Journey: Earth 2</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">spring is pure potential. there's no<br>calculating how tall a tree will be, <br>how far its branches will stretch, how<br>each fork will unfold, how many</div><div style="margin:10px 0">healthy leaves we will see. but<br>by summer we can measure the result.<br>pure potential has become actual.<br>contours of the trunk well-defined, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">strength of the root system is visible.<br>through time the roots are intertwined<br>with other systems, and from then on<br>there's no dividing it from other trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the forest is a single, inseparable web.<br>but autumn will split two families.<br>despite the intermingling of their sap<br>one will become a shrivelled skeleton</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of brittle branches, a stack of sticks.<br>for it, winter attacks in battalion.<br>overnight, all's white. ice chokes lungs.<br>sapless leaves are torn, one-by-one, or in</div><div style="margin:10px 0">bunches from bared branches. twisting<br>in the gravity of an indifferent wind<br>to breathless unconscious snow they fall.<br>deciduous flee frost, their proud showing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">hiding for a season beneath pitiless snow.<br>but for evergreens, winter is only a minor<br>vexation. they take no precautions at all.<br>the frozen gales of november hold no power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">one white february we buried gordon bentley*<br>six feet deep. in soil undisturbed for decades, <br>if not centuries, his solid oak coffin rests.<br>ever silent (except when shock of wind pulses, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">rushes, crushes in waves) tall evergreen trees<br>guard two graves on a golden hill where pasts<br>began. in the beginning he hugged that ground.<br>at his end the same soil compasses him round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* my father</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Doug+Bentley">Doug Bentley</a><div class=q>
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