have I let myself  be rooted in the  shade of others?  Have I turned my leaves  toward any shiny object  mistaking it for sun?  Do the twist...

when autumn arrives and leaves begin  to fall i  remember that i  am the tree not the golden  leaf spinning gloriously  to the ground

The forest calls beckons me to  stand  beneath the canopy,  drink in  the evergreen expanse  feet planted like roots, one with natu...