From a single seed,
Cradled by earth's tender hand,
The cedar emerges,
A green flame against the land.
Its roots, like questing fingers,
Delve into hidden veins,
Drawing sustenance from soil's secrets, ancient and arcane.
Oh, first seed,you carry the memory of primordial dawn,
When continents collided,
And oceans sang their song.
You witnessed the birth of mountains, the dance of tides,
And in your rings, etched the chronicle of celestial rides.
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