Rooting

It happens
so spontaneously
and effortlessly.

No decision
or deliberate action
is needed.

As soon as I
pause
for a few breaths

in the quiet
green forest,

by a clear
flowing stream,

or among
the tall grasses
of the meadow,

I can feel
my roots
sprouting,

saying
yes, this,
yes, here,

let’s stay
a while,

sink into
the Earth,

and be
nourished.

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