To My Father
You are the North.
The cool calm of forest breath,
A rock I sit upon to rest,
A walking stick I clutch to find
Fulfillment of a different kind.
A strong tree,
Rooted, branches sway
Savoring the sunny day.
Blades of green grass tickle feet;
I laugh,
The things I want to keep
Embodied in this soul.
Your heart beats akin to mine,
Two alike in different times.
You are my shadow as I walk;
We listen to the woodlands talk.
The earth I stand on, sturdy ground:
My pathway to the world around.
I may run fast,
But not from you,
Persistent as the morning dew.
Protection of the humble stag:
Something without words.
Teach me everything you know
As a vine, I live to grow.
North wind love me so.
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