Connected (Prompt 5)

I wish I was a tree, roots intertwining whispered messages. Send me healing when I am weak, speak to me in language of earth reaching down to wet depths. Can you understand me, feel me, hear me, I am not linguistic. I am ancient and I am stable.

I wish I was a tree, to sway and bend, lend my arms as homes to all the winged ones. I want to be a home. Call out through stretches of hidden electricity, murmur simplicity against me and do not let me fall. Hold me up when I am sick and we will stand tall together.

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