How Forests Become

We are part of the solution or not

Photo by Barthelemy Rigaud on Unsplash

Berries speak in the rain.
They call out for trees to lay out their roots,
follow life-vein, pave paths.

Rustling leaves, purple-hued,
paint our futures at dawn,
prepare the dreaming space for dusk’s fall.

I sing to them in noon’s warming heat,
tell them moon stories at midnight
knowing that their life is short.

My hand and heart can’t help but love each one.
I slide them onto my tongue,
follow their life-vein,spread my skirt

and take up root,
hoping it is enough
while knowing it is not.

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