…continued

to sink my hands and feet into the earth
grow limbs
from all my orifices
to need only
the sun
the moon
the rain
the good
sweet earth
to fulfill me
my voice a whisper
when the wind
blows through me
my limbs
a foundation
for the home of birds…
…and their children
to bloom
with all of springs splendor
stand tall
through summer’s storms
then graceful and quiet
through falls passing
sleeping peacefully…deeply
through winters cold
trusting when i wake
it will come full circle again
oh…to be a tree
to stand alone
yet still…
connected

- me
~ just me
~ tbc…