Beginning
By Melinda Williams
I’ve heard it called
the birds and the bees
But I say no,
it’s the birds and the trees
After all, I don’t need a flower
I need a root
Roots grow deep, but only at home
A new one only gets pulled up by the wind
You think the new is better somehow
But old ones make the best of friends
Grow under me, through me
Remind me how it was
For now I’m a tree
and all I have left
Is nature and all of its laws
You give me water
all my life
I’m firmly in my place
Keep me, hold me & forgive me
Every time I think I need space
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