I lean against the broad expanse of your stalwart form
and know the deep serenity of one who's found a home.
No wondering, no wandering, roots hold me transformed
and as your leaves take flight, I know in Spring you'll bloom.
For now each aged leaf lets go, and on swift currents roam
aloft they frolic playfully as sprightly spirits soar
before they rest and come back to earth blending with the loam.
I have been lost, not known my place, so now I stand still.. braced
wondering if such peace was worth this stand, these roots, this sky?
Would I have wished to never know the joy of far-off places
for all the fear that came with growth, would I take roots, not I.
To wander is the greatest gift, to wonder is to try
I love the forest deep and dark but my home's here
within myself my heart, my mind, my spirit..well..it flies.