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Tree

From your deepest diving roots,
to your highest leaves,
I feel the forces of nature,
of which you are a part,
welling up inside you.

Invigorating. Liberating.
The vitality, and evolutionary currents,
which have been flowing for millennia,
building throughout the universe
Undulating,
coruscating kaleidoscopes of colour,
pulsating within you.

Vibrating elements building,
all things, all the time.
Flowing in, nurturing,
flowing out.
A million lines,
of texture on your trunk.
A million tunnels,
to transfer fluids,
flowing out, flowing in,
bringing life giving nutrition.
The original interdependence.
Living, breathing,
essential components,
of our world.

A million microorganisms,
unfurled, hurled towards infinity.
Trying, jostling, struggling,
to be, but not thee,
humble tree,
by becoming,
you grow tall,
lofty enough to see,
the whole horizon,
stretch,
towards infinity.



~MStJ


 

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