I am entwined

Weaved in the moss and umber

Smelling of dew

And reflecting

Oaks patterned in the blue

With a dearth of sound

And intricate sewing of roots

Moving loam

That bubbles with life

And lives

by the faint babble of a brook

Dappled with leaves small and ever so dainty

Like inspiration

Brimming sunshine in a cup


*Published in Amazing Kids! magazine