Crawled out of hiding to put a character piece out there. More writing will be coming soon. Appreciate everything.

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The earth pushes, and I push back.

My realm is the realm of that which has always been,
the very essence upon which those who came after build upon.
The soil, the grass, the trees, the sun
for which I pledge my being.

My strength rises from the life around me,
the ebb and flow of vitality from that which is my home.
My overwhelming mass reflects the size of
the bounty for which I care.

I grow slowly,
as do all that are made from the essence of being,
but I grow mighty,
as the mountains and the sky-grazing oaks that surround me.

My purpose is to protect the life
that cannot protect itself,
my power a beacon of guidance
that puts all in its needed place.

I train myself, becoming ever stronger,
hours upon hours spent,
my muscles straining and swelling
with the might I am filled with.

My biceps bulge as I lift logs and boulders and beasts,
back expanding as I push myself to new limits.
I feel the wind on my large thumping chest,
two strong pectorals split by a vast canyon like those of oldest renown.

My legs like moving mountains,
moving me forth across plains and valley and continents,
pushing me across the earth,
leaving my existence imprinted in the rock beneath.

I am a creature of simplicity.
I wake,
I empower,
I do.

I am a creature of great vigor,
but my power is not meant to destroy,
it is meant to nurture,
to enrich my surroundings in the great cycle.

For the trees stretch taller,
the rivers widen and run deeper,
the harvests enlarge and replenish those they nourish,
and potential has not yet been reached.

So I continue on,
make myself better
drop to my hands and feets
to strengthen my body once more.

The earth pushes, and I push back.