My stretched palms are branches,

swaying in place,

sunlight trickling through my shade.

 

Translucent, veins take root,

weaving phalanges.

Soaked serotonin nutrients,

behind closed eyelids we are sustained.

 

Thrive in our shared space,

bloom in difference.

Collectively, we are the flower.

We are the trees.

We are the soil.

We are the earth.

We are.

We are

We

are

We

are