The far reaching branches of a tree greet the swirls and colour of day.
Early Morning
The Edge of Woodland
Three Minutes
Awakening
Enlivened
. . .
Here, far from the hand of humans, I touch the sky. My limbs, dark with the slow growing skin of bark, stretch deep below where the earthworms wriggle and the worker ants tickle my toes. Here is my family, fortune, and love.