This Green World

The trumpet vine smiles up at me,
the wild grass reaching for my extended arms,
both begging me for a hug,
my palms turn to face the kaleidoscope sky.

My breath synchronizes with every other living being
and as one together 
we hold hands with the flowers,

my fingertips like Jupiter's 79 moons,
orbiting my body while I begin to spin.

I find stillness again and 
golden sunlight dances on my thighs.
Hold me, Mother Earth,
for only in your emerald arms,
I feel safe.

There are no secrets here, 
the ribbons have been unraveled, 
and I have tasted a new flavor of life
for the first time.

 

raphaellalaurence

CA

19 years old

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    The sand that coats the ground
    holds the shape of the wind
    It's all beige and blue 
    until the moon rises and the stars compile a brief glimpse of the Milky Way

    Every day I watch them die
    in the palms of my hands
  • A bed for vivid dreams

    I took a bath in my own golden light
    and watched a smile grow upon my face
    as I adventured on my own, into the forest near my house.

    I felt at home and found myself on the earth's floor looking up into a sky of movement,
  • the forest creatures

    ​along the banks of creeks and streams, 
    sleeping beneath just inches of soil,
    sucking on the roots of willow trees and the
    sap strewn from a mid-march maple tree,
    nested in the wooden wands of an ancient redwood,