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TREE TO LIFE.

TREE TO LIFE.


Bare branches,
Old.
Aged.
The stories you could tell.
Only you don’t speak my language well.
A mystery of violet.
A hidden wishing well.
Crooked bones.
Wildlife homes.
Ancient, I can tell.
Tall, slender and crooked small.
A picturesque wonder.
I see you.
All.
I breathe your waste.
You breathe mine back.
A cycle of life.
Breath, purity, fact.
They ancient trees.
They speak to me.
I hear them now.
They speak through me.
Energy pours through,
All of me.
I as the tree.
The tree as me.

Bec Hart.

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