days fade into days of rising and falling rhythms,
greening strong and tall.
I am the branches blowing in the breeze,
warmed by the sun,
rooted in the foundations of the earth.
I reach for the light,
I search my roots for the source of life,
I am nest for the birds.
The wind creates a musical backdrop
to their songs,
and I sway to invisible time.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020