Rooted

A thought about being planted geographically, socially, physically, but still free to roam...

I don’t know when it happened

All I know for sure is I have taken root

Planted in the rainforest

Shrouded in mist and shadow

Parented in the smoky mountain’s gently folding hills.

 

Seasons have come and gone

I am yet a sapling

Reaching out and up

Sheltered and fed in filtered light

Inherited potential, towering an unfathomable height above me.

 

Rooted in blessed loam

Cemented in the clay of home

Daily drinking the blooded dew

Knotted bark blanketing my flourishing soul

Nourished with the satisfaction of knowing discontent.

 

Dreams come to me

Migrating wings whisper temptations

Raindrops taste of unfamiliar joys

Breezes scent my own evaporate

Oh, how I sway to dancing pulse of Earth’s music.

Beside me, my future sprouts

The wind carries seeded thought

Synthesized into air and clay

I will know each land one day

All of Earth will be known, as now I’m known by Her.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A great way to express just how strong but precious nature is.

[David Scott]

Thank you Cowboy.
If we were in Australia, this poem would have taken a whole different path from the given title... ha.

[TL Boehm]

Parented by the mountains....ooh that's good. and the whole stanza second to last. This is poetry to breathe in, like fresh air after a storm.

[David Scott]

Hey Tammy! Thank you for your encouraging review. :)