Wood.

A tree is constantly growing. It pushes its way upwards, strong and solid, towards the light. It moves deftly through obstacles as it spreads, expands, makes new. Its roots go deep, nourishing itself from its mother as it grows. Light and air from above, water and earth from below. Be like the tree. Be ever expanding, ever self-nourishing, ever light as in springtime.

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