she started from the family tree
portions of me morphed into steam, supporting my dreams
its more than it seems, a single leaf with its roots
branching off into nutrients, gleaming my truths
our meanings confused, til we see its purpose
a sprout in the soil breaking our surfaces
joins the world im in, still just a little nervous tho
for what its worth this - i never expected to happen
ever question i ever had took form and enacted
my dreams for me, connecting together seamlessly
this being a tree, with roots wrapping around my foundation
found patience and wound up adjacent to me, gracing my dreams
i've been waiting it seems like my sprouts taking well to its roots
dwelling on proofs, and swelling to use my world as a stepping stool
her roots form legs.. walking over weapons an fuel
the worlds eyes ever few
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