Poem: Embodied living

Leaves may fall to the ground,

Explore the weight of each rain drop or twirl uncontrollably with an autumnal breeze.


The trunk remains.

He does not gaze up and judge, or correct her into stillness again.


He stands tall and proud.


Such a gift that his depth births beautiful, spontaneous, expressions of life.



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