Tree Steward in The Forest, Hour 5

Squinting through the canopy, she looks for the sun

Leaves falling like dry brittle tears

Crunching footsteps through cracking twigs, Unaware of mycelium network underfoot

Each towering tree once a sapling she nurtured from seed

Individual unique perfection

She caresses the bark of each, calling them by name

Oblivious to their interconnection

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