Today I fell like a small tree on one of those little strips of nature that exist on interstate medians. I was put here to bring beauty and stillness to a fast-paced concrete world. But I don't belong here. I long to be around others like me in the wilderness. Would the commuters notice if I were gone? Perhaps.
But in my daily life I am overlooked. Once a beautiful thing in an ugly place, I am becoming covered in exhaust, and neglected by all but the rain. I long to shake my shallow roots free of this poisoned ground.
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