Forest From My Ache | 2.22.21

Never expected a forest, never even thought a single tree would sprout. I’ve been planting words like seeds all my life, water them once then walk off, forgetting that some growth happens without any additional help from us. Forests now, I see them for what they are, little sprouted villages of green and reach, scattered by the winds of time, technology, of love. You, you were the winds and the breezes and the breath the carried these seeds, you were the water that kept falling on the upturned earth, without me noticing for so long. You were the sunlight, you were the shine, you were the forest fires that kept it all green. Words grow, living things they are, and we never know which lands will be blanketed in forests when we’re done, we never know if somewhere, someone will draw air from their limbs.

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