As I used to sit their underneath the water,
mossing in the crisp stream,
it would cross my mind to reach out
ignite the warmth in my waters
and free form thoughts unthinkable.
as the building grew,
it immediately immersed its surroundings,
like a keen hunter in the thickest bush.
the trees leaned to it.
the grass and flowers stretched for it.
it radiated with happiness in its new home,
and the earth embraced it as her own.
I fear that my life will shorten,
and I will dry the always moist roots of my friends.
things will crack, stability fail,
and what was created from nature will forever rest in soft earth.
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