A tall tree with its feet underground.
(Always listens with its arms open around.)
I see now: how a bough connects the other,
How one gives way to another,
How it spreads out with all its might
Just as so, to join others' fight;
And how
Each bears the weight of fruits and flowers alike.
My ears
can see you speak.
But solely, in the presence of the pure wind
To whom you cede your faith
And dance in the openness: that is this face.
Your roots integrated with the fallen bones
Add to your strength to hold on tight.
All the while learning from the life below
What we need:
To crawl, in the beginning of life.
"We walk because you decide not to."
A tree visible to me from my window.
