Some say there is no other way, that we must pick a side. Before I knew myself as a tree, I might have believed them. Now I know if that were really true, we may as well already be dead. Now I have ears to the ground and stars, I hear those calling for the other way. They say I am no stranger to ruin or being pulled apart by panic. I know how to stand up, make poison into blessing, to break in two and survive, I know how to cling to life with a heart laid bare. I know the depths of my courage, the depths of my courage. I hold time and seeds of a new world, I know what is lost when we forget. We belong to each other. I cannot be desensitized, only expand in widening circles, resuscitate and be shelter, bear witness and give thanks, say yes when the wind says dance. I hold time and seeds of a new world, I know what is lost when we forget. We belong to each other. I will not be desensitized, only explained in widening circles, resuscitate and be shelter, bear witness and give thanks, say yes when the wind says dance. Say yes when the wind says dance. Say yes when the wind says dance. Say yes when the wind says dance. Say yes when the wind says dance.
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Gorgeous! Thank you for sharing Amanda. May we not forget. May we dance when the wind calls. 💨💫
“…say yes when the wind says dance.”
Thank you Kimberly. I’ve never met a tree I didn’t like, or a poem that speaks a kind word about trees.
When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold
J.R.R. Tolkien