Does her damp morning layer envelop you in shivers?
The warmth of your breath fills the air
Like the clouds overtaking the sky around you,
tears looming in her eyes
ready to cover the earth in her despair
For appreciation of her
vibrant, cushiony lichens and
coarse, pigmented bark,
or rather the lack thereof
deteriorates her soft, warm glow
as peacefully as fungi
decomposes the putrid corpses of organisms
she has guided, protected.
And as you lay upon her
soft tufts of moss
basking in shimmering rays,
absorbing the warmth
of the suns fiery surface
you look up at the intricate
blanket of tangled twigs
and you feel her
delicate, icy tears
splash across your cheeks,
and you observe them
as they quench the thirst
of your surroundings
You wonder how you find
such beauty and comfort
in her sorrow.
