Current


Rocks and trees know not to struggle
but to simply stay until the appointed time comes to go.
Change is forever pulling or pushing.
Do not begrudge the current its way.

Belonging


oh to be a bud in the cluster
a part of a tribe
together in the center of life’s circle.

Renewal


Adorned with angel wings
the color of the sky and ringed with time
the stump slowly returns to its beginning
by nurturing its mother – earth.

Roots


Up-ended by weather, pulled from the ground;
decomposition returns you home to the earth.

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