roots

by Shannondoah

stillness

while the seasons

pass by me

year by year

i learn to be 

still, like the great

old redwood tree

steady, constant,

strong

standing tall i

shine rooted in my

centeredness

i am still 

like the quiet winds

that wisp 

amongst the limbs

of the great old

redwood tree

waving its arms

to the sky, father

and

blessing the earth,

mother