Trees Know Well

feel the roots drawing up
water from the dark soil
as the glossy leaves
flutter in the wind willingly
giving of themselves in
whatever direction she blows
in that moment with
your aging bark cracked
and carved with ancient
memories that have lead
to this eternal
time-stamp in which
time is revealed as
presence, something trees
know well

Be free in the present,

Trace Maddox

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