I am a flourescent bouquet of roses
Picked from the belly of the living meadow
My feet are two brown layers of silt and mud
At the bottom of the creek
Question me about the sun and her secrets
Ask me what the bees say of
How they miss their mother
Watched father die
Sing me a song
And the deer will come
To drink from my legs
Talk to me
Say my name
Flowers yellow blue green and red
Will grow to the sky
My fingernails grow from the soil beneath
Drinking up the water
They grow
Silent saplings
Dancing in the breeze
Fill your pockets with my leaves
Smell the music
Taste the bark
It grows in your belly
And grows warm tendrils
Beneath your skin
Lie in the grass
And the dafodils
Will kiss  your ears
Open the clouds with your whisper
Birds will dance in the blue
Fish swim and jump from the water
Catching a glimpse of us
Before returning to the cool waters
Fear not
Bugs crawl
Watching us between the twigs and stumps
Laughing at the joy
Brought by their new sister
We will be dust again
As we were meant to be
Then the clouds will come
And rain on our heads
And push us to the sea