Neath the loamy earth he lay
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Slumbering
clothes all wet and soaked with clay.
Biding time ’til sunshine brings
the warmth to reach up into spring.
Brown and ugly, lonely, snuggling, only buried in the garden.
Down and covered, watered, smothered, soon the earth no longer hardened.
Up and up he dreams while sleeping.
Tendrils climbing, grasping, creeping
Green and tender arms of shoots.
For now the wild thing is only roots.