Nestled amongst roots and
Embraced by bark.
I lie
Gazing upward.
A cloudless blue
An unspoiled backdrop
A perfect canvas
Leaves
Raining
Crinkling drops upon
Awestruck eyes.
Limbs
Stretching
Probing fingers
To stroke my face.
A strength
Above and below
And within.
I curl
Amongst her roots
Buried in a blanket of foliage
As she sways me to sleep
A Peaceful Sort of Melancholy
6 months ago
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