all these words keep my head spinning break in to steal the breath I need fear and lies just keep on winning untethered, drifting out to sea oh have I lost the best of me?
even still stones, rivers, skies and trees roots and blooms and vines ever gleam revealing what living means
I want to be the rock I want to be the tree I want to be the sky and everything between solid, anchored, breathing, free ancient, growing, holy, me
Wellspring #poetry #naturepoetry
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