Poem - Tears
Maybe they were tears from the tree as she stood there full of memories and seeing her splendour on the ground beneath her seasoned body. There is healing in the leaves she thought, and then the tears felt good, necessary and beautiful.
The leaves, the tears, the ground. The resolve to the earth that soaks in both beauty and broken, memories and the assurance of future life embedded in creation. When creation brings it forth. With future life in it.