Low stump once
Of a great reaching tree
Still rooted in earth
Revealing a hidden mystery
A new opening... Beckoning.
A spiral reaching
Down an unknown path
Secret place
Of wood and earth
Filled with fallen leaves
I want to let my fingers
Explore gently following
Curving spiraling.
Reaching for the unknown
A dark moist earthy place
I want to breath in
The rich heady scent
Of earth and leaves
Luscious in its own spiral
Life death, decay, renewal
Will you show me this place?
Let your own fingers
Trace that spiral path
Breath in the wildness
Discover secret places
Awesome, my friend. Can you attach the picture? Because if you can, you have my permission to do so.
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