Planted as a seed
My sapling roots forged into the earth
My majestic canopy swung high across the thicket
And became a throne to nature’s flyers
Friended by the fauna and flora of the woods
I was a hearth to a pulsating eco-system that your man-made self fails dismally to comprehend
And yet your master wields your handle, made of my fibrous sinews
To yield your kind
Poetry is the beat of this writer’s rhythm,
the dance of her soul.