Of Earth

Riding on a breeze I stop upon a moment,remembered as a child.I look down and see it’s frozen in place.The colors not faded.That simple understanding of life,maybe still in the core of meToo many layers ago,The weeds and trees have overgrown around me.And fearing wonders,like that mysterious wind,Blowing through the leaves in the darkest part of nightLay down in a shallow creek,to know the feeling of everlasting flow,neverstoppingThe coldness numbs my skin,to remind me I am not made of rock and mud anymore.But organic and of earth I grew like a tree,sprawling up to what I am now.Enduring the seasons,toughens my skin of bark,knotted and scarred,shows the wounds of troubled timesMy face is like that of a rock faced cliff,never cringing and unmoved by the coldest winds from the north

My dreams are thick and full of life like the most deepest forests.High canopy and lush undergrowth.
And the forest floor is cushioned and soft,made of the remnants of thoughts from when I was young.
The flowing of a near by stream,which ensures life here continues.
Patches of sun and shade keep the balance of difference,light and dark soft and hard
And in the thicket lays my garden bed,made of all the things that comfort me,eyes closed.

Of Earth

woodking

Beach Haven, United States

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That natural part in all of us.

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