Trees dreaming of man dreaming of trees

My soul splits open        
as I dig feet deep into loam,        
setting down roots,        
anchoring life.        
The bones of my feet        
become the bones of the earth,        
roots to nourish my soul        
as I look toward the heavens.        
        
Slowly day by day,          
reaching higher,        
seeking the warmth of the sun,        
my spirits soars,        
branching out,          
a thousand directions at once.        
         
I learn of frost and cold,        
drought and fire,        
winds and storm,        
and the damage          
little insect minds can do,        
boring holes in my skin        
to poison and choke my spirit.        
         
Yet the heavens still beckon,        
I spread my limbs,          
welcoming a universe,        
finding love and compassion,        
the energy of heaven and earth        
are one within me now.        
         
Now  I stand tall,        
a bulwark against the storm,        
strong yet flexible ,       
to bend instead of break,        
my life so easily read,          
of lose and suffering,          
growth and renewal,        
all within the rings of my soul.