Metamorphosis

Stepping through a vale she spied an oak, its branches scratching heaven's glow and anchored to the earth its twisted roots clawed deeply through the soil below. Embracing now its weathered bark she found her scrawny body stretched from stern to stem, her very blood the sap which seethed within and energised the giant denizen. She was at once the tomboy and the tree, photosynthesis and flesh and bone to reach the spheres, the bowels of earth both bodies joined, the fusion done. She was one with insect and with bird, the wind and rain conjoined and made her wife to all of nature, sea and sky to hail the consanguinity of life.