Warm soil forms and envelops my quiescent toes,
Worms and insects slowly crawl up my birch,
Animals wordlessly approach as I continue to grow,
Silently and calmly watching as I give birth.

Motionless movements shifting from view,
Skies ever coasting across the skyline,
Forests transfigured with ever changing hues,
My immobile body serving as a reticent shrine.