The Lignum Vitae

Under crimson sky

and black clouds lies barren earth,

Barren, save the Tree

The Lignum Vitae,

Majestic in its presence,

Grows from sterile dirt

It persists, and thrives

When nothing else could survive

A beacon of hope

Fruit blooms from the Tree

Hearts, vitality reified

Like the seed within

In the seeds they sleep

Babes, potential incarnate

They wait for their growth

The Tree lives and grows

Made to start world anew

Made from the people

The people made it

Preserved themselves in the seed

Birthed the Tree, as hope

It thrives, against all,

It lives, the last life on earth

Surviving, growing

A new genesis,

That is what the Tree will bring

The Lignum Vitae

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