Growing into ourselves
like the shadows of trees
leafless at dusk,
we become exaggerated
and unique with burls
for eyes and limbs
to reach beyond
our genetic root zones
as abstract art—
flat silhouettes
on a short green canvas
fading into seed
while the young oaks
all look the same
without character.
drycrikjournal 
1 out of 200 young oaks have character that you can see early (some teenagers do also). They all struggle to reach out of the shade of us adults (trees or humans). Ben
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Lovely words, John. And I like what Ben wrote very much, too.
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Nice poem.
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