Got you off the stony road.
Hairy like a sasquatch.
Ferns were once your bed.
High branches hold your weight.
Owls compete but...
Squirrels carress you.
Pines disguise your smell...
Redwoods elevate you.
The round cloudless night.
On which I beckon.
Legends dress you.
Yet your whole self is known to me.
Shuffling through leaflitter.
Out by spring.
Breakout and rumble between the trunks.
Awaken the shoots with your beauty.
To the wonder of humans...
The blessing of the heavens...
God´s wife.
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