At Her Feet

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Exhausted from uphill mud slick explorations
I drop down at her feet
Curling up on a bed of moss
Her roots my pillow
I close my eyes
And listen

Birds sing and wind stirs the uppermost branches
Leaf bud sheaths drop on the forest floor
And on me

My breath softens
I am half way between sleep and awake
As these healing moments pass

Opening my eyes I turn my gaze up
They sway over me
A soothing lullaby of movement
And there
Mother maple
Smiling down upon me

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