(SEED FALLING TO BARREN GROUND)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
The old man with lofty crown still stands...
He having seen so much... She having seen so much.
Two natures in repose.
King as he illuminated in sunlight impregnates... Queen as she bears the flower... The seed... The fruit.
Roots digging into sand and fertile soil... Holding on.
Wearing an Afro in summer... Becoming branches in winter, a stark reminder of what has been... What might be.
Sap flowing and giving life as they drink elemental and breathe necessity...
They symbolically representing universality and the driving need to rip forth from solid rock... The cracks in the concrete... The need to be...
They gnarled and notty as they reach for the sky.
They the trees overstanding we.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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