Roots and Breaths

I am earth, I am sap,

I am the wind that whispers through the branches,

I stretch toward the sky,

yet I sink my feet into the fertile black of days.

Time shapes me, strips me bare,

every branch a dream,

every leaf a hope

that detaches and dances in the wind

I am not only flesh,

I am bark and breath.

I am the slow heartbeat of the forest

that guards secrets in its silence.

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