The heart has thousands of branches and
roots
Spread high as the forehead and deeper
than boots,
Drawing forth sustenance, pushing forth
waste,
Growing as needed, as anchored in
place.
and as trees play the pendulum, swing
in rhythm and creak,
So does the heart keep time, thump and
beat
From its place on the left, felt by
nerves going right,
Asleep's still awake to the rhythm of
life.
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