From a murkiness, roots have taken a stronger hold. The soil is still there, but it’s taken on a different quality.
It is like that cold sand by the beach ferns you find as a child, the soft stuff in the shade that glistens on your skin and floats up out of your hands. You’ll find its tiniest particles lighting up your skin for the rest of the day.
Seeds were sown, and from green shoots great branches stand. It’s a growth towards an easier space to be, to spread out.
And you’re not here alone. A great forest stands around you. It links you together.
And beautiful petals, delicate leaves, wavering vines, are ready for you to support them too.