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The Tree of Life



🌳  The Tree of Life  🌳
I slept under Her far-reaching canopy,
Curled up in a soft mossy hollow at the base of Her ancient towering trunk.
Her roots circled around me before burrowing into the fertile forest floor.
As She held me I dreamed that my own roots were extending to join Hers deep underground in the fiery belly of Gaia.
My branches began to grow tall, entwining with her vast reach so that my leafy fingers brushed the stars,
And beyond to the infinite abyss.
That night She showed me the knowledge of the time before while my tendrils ran around rock and ore, reaching the far corners of the Earth.
I learned of my Ancestors;  of their struggles and triumphs and the way they danced across the land.
I witnessed them worship Her as a small sapling and felt Her power grow as they tended to Her.
She whispered their stories to me as I dove ever-deeper.
With my branches now far above She showed me what was to come.
Her song surrounded me as She explained the unexplainable.
Her own Being merged with mine and I became more than myself,
Yet at the same time I was less.
I was nothing.
I was everything.
In that moment I thought I would shatter and be lost forever,
But She offered her protection.
Only in this state could I truly feel the infinite power of life pulsing around me.
Only now could She share with me all that was, is, and would be.
Gently She told me it was time to return.
I felt my branches and roots begin to shrink as I took with me the nourishment that She had given.
I felt Her boughs sigh as She encouraged me to wake from my slumber.
The warmth from the dappled sunlight kissed my face as my eyes opened,
And as I lifted my heavy limbs from the lush green moss I heard Her whisper one last time as the breeze rustled Her leaves above me...
"Begin again.
Weave words to this story and let it blossom, Bard.
Be free.
Be full.
Be you."
🌳
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