Tree
By Olivia D
Published 20 September 2024
Roots spreading unseen under me, pushing in the damp, dark soil, growing silently, bending, living, unseen bugs of all kinds and sizes, bugs moving slowly, little worms tickling me.
Rotting wood everywhere you look, glowing fungi spreading on everything you see, pushing through the decomposing matter, wild grass reaching for the sun.
As I reach my arms around the trunk, barely touching one of my fingers, the bark is creaking and cracking, I am standing tall, looking strong, bugs crawl up me.
I am home to many animals, living inside of me, cracking and creaking slowly, reaching for the sun.