Ask a tree how to enter
your own skin,
how to reside on the earth
being fully a part of the wind
and of the soil.
Each breath, a dance
calling forth the rain.
Each year a new ring
grown from the center
of its dance
with the stars
as bark and leaves are slowly shed
becoming humus
for others.
—Lorena (2016)
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