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Bracken

You smile and beam
like a young maid
when the wind
whispers your name

Rain sings
the tales of the Earth
to your soft green
ferny flesh

Ancient sap knows its way
up from the hidden rhizome
nourishing your spiral sons
curled foetal croziers

Axis stretching out
trough blade and frond
Sorus keep your secret
eternal life spreading spores

You are precious and wise
as you are old.