Contemplation of a true landscape

Contemplation of a true landscape

 I am reminded of what it feels like to stand beside a giant redwood, I am a dendrophile. I inhale, you hold me tighter and guide me into her crown.  You show me one leap is all it takes to be free.  I exhale and know beneath the ground, her roots are there to catch me.

I am reminded
of what it feels like to stand beside a giant redwood,
I am a dendrophile.
I inhale,
you hold me tighter and guide me into her crown.

You show me one leap is all it takes to be free.

I exhale and know beneath the ground,
her roots are there to catch me.

 Your skin feels like I just breathed in the first drop of summers rain,   washing away my fear of a fire.

Your skin feels like I just breathed in
the first drop of summers rain, 

washing away my fear of a fire.

 My heart beats three times as fast.  You make me feel like a resurrected painting,  you remind me of a forest. 

My heart beats three times as fast.

You make me feel like a resurrected painting, 
you remind me of a forest. 

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 Her light shone soflty

Her light shone soflty

 I kiss the Earth that birthed me

I kiss the Earth that birthed me

 Red Rock in Zion Canyon

Red Rock in Zion Canyon

 Self-portrait with my Mother

Self-portrait with my Mother

 The last of your kind

The last of your kind

 Contemplation of a true landscape
 I am reminded of what it feels like to stand beside a giant redwood, I am a dendrophile. I inhale, you hold me tighter and guide me into her crown.  You show me one leap is all it takes to be free.  I exhale and know beneath the ground, her roots are there to catch me.
 Your skin feels like I just breathed in the first drop of summers rain,   washing away my fear of a fire.
 My heart beats three times as fast.  You make me feel like a resurrected painting,  you remind me of a forest. 
4.jpg
 Her light shone soflty
 I kiss the Earth that birthed me
 Red Rock in Zion Canyon
 Self-portrait with my Mother
 The last of your kind

Contemplation of a true landscape

I am reminded
of what it feels like to stand beside a giant redwood,
I am a dendrophile.
I inhale,
you hold me tighter and guide me into her crown.

You show me one leap is all it takes to be free.

I exhale and know beneath the ground,
her roots are there to catch me.

Your skin feels like I just breathed in
the first drop of summers rain, 

washing away my fear of a fire.

My heart beats three times as fast.

You make me feel like a resurrected painting, 
you remind me of a forest. 

Her light shone soflty

I kiss the Earth that birthed me

Red Rock in Zion Canyon

Self-portrait with my Mother

The last of your kind

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