your feet hold freedom
droplets, the bubbles in air
perfection in life
your feet hold freedom
droplets, the bubbles in air
perfection in life
there are just some trails
revealing ancient forest
boardwalk to the sky
let yourself be here
stretch out from golden circles
they show us the sky
fractions of flowers
that crest of water — a wave
such different days
selflessness is just
with their agates and whirlpools
on the forest floor
plan those garden beds
your little arms, unaware
you — vast and beyond
cottonwoods have arms
mandalas of all our time
listening to birds
you are a symbol
at the leaves that you have lost
and sing of the spring
breadcrumbs of sunbeams
flit, fly, jump, play — pierce the gray
never in silence
there are days in which
in your autumn glow, right now
on the forest floor
I see reflection
echoes with branches in streams
puddle of raindrops
so precious is now
you are like honey and light
but, sometimes I break
those moments of pause
ripples from raindrops expand
centuries of flow
the sea leaves presents
smoothing bumps, magnifying
beauty does abound
you have the widest
better plotted in polar
bring us forth those pearls
your path can be framed
change my radius of thought
just beaming with joy
ribbons of fungus
find the space within your mind
announce the sunset
I saw you today
I see you and your colors
it can feel hopeless
this year you have bloomed
but drops — collecting, dripping
with your fluff and stance
plan those garden beds
merging with the trees and leaves
transforming in growth