I am a tree.
I am strong.
I am grounded.
I am flexible with branches waving.
I extend from all directions accepting what I need from the universe.
I am a shelter.
I am a protector.
I am beauty.
I am dormant and resting. A shadowy figure on a backdrop of grays. Learning to appreciate the calm.
I am budding and springing forth with all that is fresh and new.
I wear a crown. I soak in the sun.
My leaves flame and then wither. Crunchy when they no longer serve me. Drifting away. Thank-you and goodbye.
I am two.
I am twenty-two.
I am all those other numbers too.
I am a story.
On the inside. Measured by rings of life. Rings of abundance. Rings of drought.
I cannot be what I haven’t been.