green i touch early morning
i give them to lean on, a string
tied atop twig where they climb
searching for better sun, neat
freely crawling without hesitation
just keep on reaching, nonstop
at night there are lights i planted
arrange in semi circle, soft shine
giving away sunrays collected
pushing darkness consistently
until dawn brightened to a glow
waking up limbs bend to ground
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