Born Of The Wind - Poetry For Contemplation

Born of the wind,

Scattered into the sunlight,

My bones yearn for the roots that my fiery wings struggle to reach,

As they seem to connect from within the earth at its molten core.

I dream instead of slowly burrowing my way through the sweet moist darkness of the soil from above,

Kept company by blades of grass,

Threads of mycelium,

Wandering worms and acorns buried long ago.

I open my eyes,

Behold the glorious sunrise coming closer as I soar through the clouds,

Coasting with the currents,

Remembering in this moment to trust my nature,

To adore my truth,

Smiling as salty tears fall freely on the ground,

Nourishing a small patch of dirt in a clearing,

In a forest,

On a mountain,

Overlooking the sea,

Where minutes from now I will land and rest.