Elaborate, the tree forts imagination envisions Indifferent, the rationale that overpowers inspiration I balk, abandon hope, build a wall instead, forgetting… Creativity is not linear,
Beneath mossy beards weathered faces watch, listen – silent witnesses.
To stroll amongst giants – straight-backed arrows whose green bows aim skyward – a directional pull so uplifting that earthly matters diminish – this is
Spring willow aspiring to yellow wispy curtains graceful queen my heart bows to your majesty.
Rooted in the earth, ever reaching for the sky – speaking nature’s truth.
Tenacious are we, will not be derailed by rock-hard inflexibility nor disintegrating foundations we endure, require little in the way of adulation or support, self-sufficient