I want to fold over myself and return to the womb of the Tree, tightly secured to the tip of the branch, gelled together in pure sweet sapness, dreaming of the stretch.
the unfurl. the breath. the light....the newness of it all.
The glory of it all. The beauty of it all.
I guess that's Living in the land of the Trees where we truly become the leaves that dry up and die...dormant...dreaming until we are born again by the light and warmth of a new day.
like a new leaf.