The forest speaks to me…

  

The forest speaks to me
Trees standing, branches raised
Slender wooden fingers
Reaching always for the sun
A tangle of roots running rampant
Drinking food from the deep black bosom of the earth
Everything is born from darkness
From the soil and the womb
And I, rooted firmly in the deep
Stand, life coursing through me
Arms uplifted towards the sun

-Anna Howard, 11-29-2015

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