If you are the Root, let me be one sprig
that dares to stretch
a green leaf toward the sun.

If you are the Tree, let me be one knot
that holds on tightly even
as it tests limits in new directions.

If you are the Sun, let me be one weedy dandelion
that stubbornly seeks your face
despite hardship or resistance or disparagement.

If you are the Wind, let me be one snowflake
that dances with delight through
the mystery of falling and the uncertainty of landing.

If you are the Ground, let me be one stone
that rests upon you and is
useful to you for the work of building.

Pin It on Pinterest

Share This