Falling beneath themselves from the limbs of fate
Sturdy with might
Graceful as springtime
Highlights whispering in the wind
True Beauty
Feathering downward with
Perfect spirals of hope
And lingering traces of Time
I can feel the soft moist moss beneath my bare feet, sending soothing cool energy up through my entire body. As I reach the base of the tree, I wrap my arms around its rough exterior and pull myself into it. My legs become its roots, foraging beneath the earth, growing and expanding with every breath. I penetrate the smooth rock layers below, merging with their strength. My arms become branches, multiplying before my eyes and reaching upwards into the gracious sky. My fingers turn to leaves, small at first, then growing heavier and thicker, weighing the limbs as they dance with the very winds that will one day sever their lifeblood.
Life resides in me. I am a shelter from the storm, relief from the scorching sun, and home away from the naked earth. I defend this world with my unmoving patience and strength, and ask for payment only in the blessings of life-water and sunshine.
I am Father of the forest, and Mother of all life.