As the tree in the wilderness, so I stand
strong limbs outstretched with crinkling bark
I breathe, I crack, I return
I grow deep and wide, below and above,
narrow and alone, full and together
I green, I brown, I stand tall on soft ground
I step aside to give voice, I step in to share space
My story is mine, my story is others
Tell more, say less
Known and unknown, weak and strong
I live with wild heart, and the yearning for home
I live as I die—in the paradox of it all.
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