Companionship
Their companionship was like the fir tree
growing out of a roadside rock formation,
improbable and slightly ridiculous—
it shouldn’t be here, after all— yet
almost regal in its solitude,
trunk jutting out at an unlikely angle
reaching towards daylight, unseen
roots threading down through unseen cracks
extracting nourishment from deep within
the seemingly impervious granite.
Their companionship was like the fir tree
growing out of a roadside rock formation,
improbable and slightly ridiculous—
it shouldn’t be here, after all— yet
almost regal in its solitude,
trunk jutting out at an unlikely angle
reaching towards daylight, unseen
roots threading down through unseen cracks
extracting nourishment from deep within
the seemingly impervious granite.
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