I will lay my self down at your feet

curl my body around a tree’s roots

quietly slip inside through the cracks in the bark

all to become

the wind’s whispers gently caressing my body

the bursting birth of each unfolding leaf

the suckling of a cabbage butterfly upon my flowers

I am a part of the universe’s symphony

as I sigh, breathe, bend, and dance

my branches a sanctuary for the red cardinal

and for the six-legged ants who call me their home

and as I give above

so I receive below

the coolness of water quenching my thirst

the softness of earth giving way to my snaking roots

the wetness and warmth, the bliss of Union where all boundaries cease

I am the Threshold between Aether and Materia

I am the Door, the Portal, the In-Between