I've become one with the dirt
I'm rooted deep in its soil
When I'm wounded or hurt
Its loving, healing unfurls
Feeding love through my veins
Cutting away what is spoiled
Till ameliorate remains
And I am once again, whole
Stretching out my branches
For the birds in the air
Other creatures find solace
And food and shelter to spare
A collective ménage of faces
Rest in the oneness we share
In our hearts leave the traces
As we live life well prepared
A collection of gifts
From one soul to another
Living as we were meant
Benefiting each other
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (1)
I do believe that the trees do look after us in a way.