Roots growing down

into the ground.

I am free

like the tree.

In love with flowers.

With rain.

It gives me power

to overcome pain.

Under the full moon

with its light shown

that I am not alone.

Into the night I walk

there is no need to talk.

I am the fox

I am the phlox

My hair in locks

is an antenna

of reception and transmission.

It does not matter the situation.

What matters is the vibration.

Takes time

to lend (tend) what is mine

to mend.

My own mind.

To Love

like a dove.

My heart flutters

My eyes open

My hands are gentle.

The bark of trees

speaks language.

Like curves of hills

Fish with their gills

The ocean

is a potion.

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