am i a hippie? maybe.

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i can feel the ground beneath my feet

solid, strong, ancient

it invigorates me

i am rooted in the earth

held up, tall and regal like a tree

my arms branch out and they give you shade

you doze, protected under my shadow

my roots dig deep

i can feel the bones of my ancestors

i can hear the wild voices of their spirits

whispering and singing to me

songs i've never heard before

i am calm

i am still

i am quiet

and you are safe

under my branches


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