Maybe I am a seed breaking itself
To open to growth. Cheerful around the dirt.
Maybe I am a leaf, a young leaf sprouting
To see the sky, to welcome rain and shine. Cheering all day long.
Maybe I am a flower, whichever colour.
I am blooming without knowing I've amazed the garden.
Maybe I am a fruit, a sweet one.... No, no, maybe sour or bitter or whatever--
Ready to ripen, whether to be eaten or to be fallen.
Maybe I am bark, thick enough to help wine breathe and gracefully age.
Maybe I am root? I am hidden and eager to feed the whole community. Secretly.
Maybe I am a tree with all those,
Seeing what is everyday until the time calls
To set every part free, fly to unity.
I feel so much loved and loving,
In this stuffy air.
Love me.
graphs of my Universe
