Jaylen knew how roots coalesced
How each tendril absorbed droplets That stung silt concealed with life She knew how each black strand of hair That draped her head crackled with fire Still gleaming with parables Jaylen listened, observed, wondered And the lessons would cascade in Rippling against her tan skin Only nineteen, yet she could hear Hear the Lao words her parents spoke Hear the wind’s whispers on sand Jaylen understood the beauty Of the minuscules, the stories She comprehended the stars That coruscated bronze at night She laughed with the birds at sunset Felt wet grass underneath feet Jaylen knew that everything had a narrative An inner essence that glimmered But not all had a student who listened
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