Whispered Wanderings

Standing in a forest
she feels like a tree:
Deep roots threading
through rich, dark earth
searching for sustenance, for home.

She wants for nothing;
everything lives and breathes within
yet so alone: her heart-song
not yet ready to share,
although the world awaits.

Then lying on a mossy rock,
sunlight trickling diamonds through
filigree of leaves above, she knows
she’s never been so free;
never been so alive.

Twilight slowly ending day:
closing her eyes, she sleeps
a sleep of innocence; for
this world is not her own.
She knows it never has been.

klm
9/7/24