as fingers caress the tree,
there is glory seen, as the feelings beneath,
keep coming for me

one, after another, they try, me,
to
set free…
and I resist, more common
persist

running against the grain, terror scratched skin,
gritting teeth, pain from within

arises again, and
again…as

the
wind breathes…and, I

relax back into the flowerbed, smelling the roses
red

I take ease, notice the bees, relate my love for them,
not
too late

to grow roots straight into the earth, becoming
one with the soil, and the beauty enveloping me,
I roil, as

pain subsides, and I continue to surmise
my love of this beautiful planet, felt beneath,
within, and underneath my skin…

Photo by qkcreativity92, Pixabay

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