My roots take a breath as I cast them outward toward the sky.
The throughfalls drip inward, filling my heart.
My heart implodes as the filled parts leak into life,
though life lurks in the hollows within the vessels.

My leaves forsake me in the blinding storms of winter.
I envy the pines; their leaves are stronger with them.
In the shape of Earth Mother, I am shapeless in her manner.