Tree

Unseen roots spreading as fast a car, absorbing fast so the roots can grow with the damp soil, silently growing to fill the spaces it’s bending up in circles straight, zig-zags like ant tunnels.

Flakes of bark decaying, lying on the cold, rough ground, bugs crawl all over the bark, eating like a hungry giant, but so small and dying as slow as worms, for the wind pushes the leaves to fall and be like mini helicopters.

I start to have arms with fingers and hair that like to move when there is wind, I do a little dance, I start to peel my bark off and fall onto the ground, I get bits of sun to bloom and slimy moss with light green moss with a lot of moisture.

The sun easily reaches me, and it feels like I’m burning, and I want to reach for the sky, swaying easily because there is nothing to stop me standing strong and waving with floating, when no wind it is calm and cozy.