Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
Maya Angelou
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Yes, somehow within me, I am as a tree –
though fixed in time and space, cradled
close to the earth by night, my roots reach
deep, spread wide to touch yours in dreams.
By daylight, I grow into the space we call sky,
where the breeze of your thoughts teases
the topmost branches of my mind and speaks
in the notes of birds, nesting in my hair –
In truth, we are all one. One earth. One sky.
Each leaf is part of the whole. Each flower
calls to the bee. We are neither more nor less
than atoms of universal connectivity. One tree.
Play It Again! With Old Toads offers several inspiring prompts from The Imaginary Garden's archives. This poem is based on Mary's Mixed Bag ~ Connection with a some channeling of Hannah's Transforming Nature prompt about totems, whereby I thought of the tree itself from which totems are carved.
I was also greatly inspired this week, by Maya Angelou's reading of On the Pulse of Morning.
