Underbrush

I found her deep under the tall grasses,



Hiding in the shade of the birch bark beauties,


And the supple wetness of the rot and decay,


With Tangled roots holding the ground around her,


Together,






Together,






I am afraid to transplant her into my soil,


For in my life the bright light of day,


And those same birch bark beauties,


Can be quite dry and overwhelming,


Altogether,






Altogether,






And never would I allow harm to find her,


Carefully made umbrellas and tall grasses planted,


And those birch bark beauties with reaching hands,


Will embrace her roots within their own,


Forever,






Forever,






Is all I can think these days,


From my deep shadowy place under the leaves,


Fallen from the birch bark beauties hands,


My own roots entwining around hers,


Indeed, forever.