My heart aches for the ocean,

swoons for the sea.

That pull at my spirit

swells every nerve,

lurches in my chest

at the base of my lungs, yet

stays

locked

between thick moss

and low branches,

secure under evergreen

gowns, with dew drop seams

stitched in tight

like mama’s lullaby.

And I am happy here,

in velvety richness,

earth so black I can feel my roots,

toes curled and snugly fed

with milk from the breast.

My veins bleed, as thunder rolls

through waves of my hair.

I am the forest now.

I am the tree

in the valley of purple mountains.

I sway like the tide

pulses through my chest,

and st...

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