Twisted and knotted
coarse and smooth
weathered and worn
you wear your own story.
Your bark is your color
to the visible world
while its interior
quietly feeds your soul.
Holding you in its
blanket of protection
like a newborn child, you drink
the Nourishment of your season.
Freely you let go
season upon season,
fully fed and trusting your color
exactly where you stand.
You beckon me to
trust my shedding in my seasons
attentive wholly to
the feeding of my soul.
Trusting my shedding,
wearing my color,
may I, as you, offer Love
from a purely Nourished soul.
