I pity those who haven’t stumbled upon that everything has a reason
And most of your lows are for building
You must always trust your intuition
Everyone has some hate passed down like a lesion
If you stay open and honest you’ll find your vision

I yearn for the days we reincarnate as trees
A family of redwoods, sturdy and tall as can be
Storms wouldn’t dare shake us
And our roots grounded in more than just emotion
We’d be patient, we’d listen
We’d see humans making our mistakes
And glisten at the lessons

I’m learning how to receive
I’m not there for the harvest but i take part in the seeding
Watering fickle trees
I play in the dirt on my hands and knees
Grounding in a foundation that works better for me

Untying the knots from my own shoulders
& neck
Healing the parts I deserve back
Shaking my hips for no one else
Relighting the fires I once forgot
Returning to balance all by myself