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Strong winds.
They pull me.
Pulling me into the sea, the great sea.
There are corals in there, Jewels.
Yet you keep me grounded...to the soil.
Your soil.

Flood waters.
They pull me.
Washing me away with great strength.
I could have been in many places.
But you pull me and keep me grounded to the soil.
Your soil.

Thunderstorms.
They pull me.
Blowing me with great velocity.
I could have been somewhere...anywhere.
But you pull me. Still.
Pull me grounded, keeping me in the soil.
Your soil.

I was just a seed.
Then I was a plant.
Now I am a tree.
Grounded firmly, firmly to the soil.
Because you pulled me to the soil.
MY SOIL...