As She Did Before

Sweet tree, sweet empty tree

Bareness where your leaves have fallen

Portals open where life once was

Sweet death in the trunks fingertips

Life is budding amongst your brothers and sisters

I cling to where your bareness lives, that portal transporting me

My own potential has yet to fully blossom

Perhaps I am budding, I know my roots

Seeping

Entangling intestines in the origins or my organs

The language of my lineage

Turn around and find myself comforted by your empty branches

Maybe I have not fallen petrified and will bloom

Charmed by the colors, shades, and hues the seep between where life once was

The flowers grow too, as she did once before

Bud as she did before

Drink as she did before

Bloom as she did before

Radiate as she did before

Sway as she did before

Wilt as she did before

Be a comfort, a memory as she was before

A stamp of time as she was before

Die as she did before

and die again after having lived as she did before

Living in her maker

Here I sit amongst the fields wanting to be sniffed, plucked, and kept secret

holding secrets, exuding truth

Letting the sun burn all rot and disease inside of me

A flower cannot stop the seasons from changing, so she becomes the change

Blooming and wilting again and gain

Tis not a thankless effort, for peace is priceless, preserved in the Lords terrariums

Plant your seed there so you may sacredly bloom and die