Roots sinking deep into the rich soil, breaking loose the earth, thin, hairy tendrils creeping
… weaving … gathering nutrients that course through the xylem, into my body, limbs reaching into
the azure sky, capturing clouds … tender leaves wavering in the breeze that’s a quiet breath,
respiring, creating oxygen for gecko & squirrel that scurry over the rough bark … leaves
sketching images, casting shadows with mosaicked sunlight … limbs thinning to twigs, slim &
fragile – yet strong, holding, creating life, fingers splaying, gathering air & warmth … & those
twigs thicken & grow new twigs, continuing life ….
