"The Food Forest"

"The Food Forest"

At the village’s edge, the soil waited
No single hero rose only the many
hands shaping circles of care

They planted hope in layers
roots deep, branches reaching
children pressing seeds like promises

Seasons tested them
drought, abundance, hunger, joy
They tended both tree and trust

When fruit hung heavy for all
they spoke only of ours
The land changed them
and they became its myth.

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