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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

• It is when we become the trees, we will start to know ourselves and have a sense of belonging.

From my book "Trees & Truths," out now on Amazon.

Our hands clung tightly on branches.
Our arms begin to become those branches.
From the trees that gave us strength to surround.

Our skin turns to bark— as the wind blows.
Our bodies begin to form small hollows, in the center of our tummies.
From the bark that once was lost but now found.

The hair on our heads turn to leaves— as it rains.
Our roots begin to grow fresh fruits, out of our scalps.
Apart from the old leaves that fell to the ground.


Submitted: October 04, 2021

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dewey green

I think many Druids would concur! Nice !

Sat, October 16th, 2021 2:07am


A Druid’s dream, a wizard’s scheme!

Sat, October 16th, 2021 7:50am

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