As I stroll through the green field, a tree calls my name
She whispers for me to join her
The tree tells me secrets hidden deep within her roots and gossips about the troublesome winds that mess up her hair, and the stories she’s heard from those who pass by her by
Slowly she extends a limb down to me
As soon as my fingertips meet a leaf I feel her energy and her own vibrant green spirit passes through my veins
Her story is now a part of mine
She is my mother
And I will respect her
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