A Natural Transformation
She was unsure when the melding began, it was gradual
A natural interface
Gradual transformation
Subtle and delicately done
She leaned into her new form, loving her limbs
the wind tickled her leaves
She loved her roots
Feeling them ooze into the heart of the forest.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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