Lush mossy hair tangles with tiny pebbles that filter strong roots of secrets

Umber oak and flower seeds crowding the ground

Like the aftermath of a party

Small red seeds like freckles sprouting into lush red flowers yearning for sunshine

Craving the great tears of the earth

Streams flow like warm flooding tears

Their weeping can be heard through hundreds of thick tall trees

If you can find a spot on the forest floor where the pebbles will hold your will hold your head

And rich green moss will tangle in your hair

Maybe you will find a streak of raw sky

And when the sun falls and no longer reflects on the face of young creeks

Maybe you will see my face in the sky