I am alive when you touch me, for I touch you
As you know me, I know you
Watch me as I lean into or away from
One element, open to another; who in turn leans into
Or veers from my earthy scent and rough caress
We all are seeking
Yearning to explore, be explored
To understand, to be understood
To penetrate, root into and connect with life
Stretching limbs and roots into the unknown
To touch and to know we are alive
There is roughness
A toughness that comes with survival
Traces are left behind when we expand into each other's worlds
We are affected by all who come to give, who come to take
Bent branches, faded foliage, scarred skin
Do these markings make us less or more
That is part of truth
A toughness that comes with survival
Traces are left behind when we expand into each other's worlds
We are affected by all who come to give, who come to take
Bent branches, faded foliage, scarred skin
Do these markings make us less or more
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