I Understand you
Do you understand me?
I show you naked authenticity 
Are you willing to see?

I may be small femininity 
I may show a dark blush
I may be pale as the moon
Why do we still judge?

I may not understand your numbers
Or your eloquent speech
But I understand your kindness
Will you Understand me?

I may not believe as you do, 
But that, I believe, is fine
I Understand your integrity
Will you understand mine?
...

If I were a tree
I’d be a sprawling oak
And I’d wrap my crown
With a viridian cloak

I’d explode from a seed
With such energy
No human could muster
If I were a tree

My roots would run deep
Carve through the earth
The soil my bed
The sun my hearth

I’d breath in the sky
In the rain falling down
I’d look up at the stars
As the moon walks it’s rounds

In my arms I’d hold...

I stand at the edge. 
    Behind me, frost melts from grass heads, trickling down their stems with a soft  clich, clich.  It held to the grass firm all morning and into the day, which is nearly over. The air - today it’s the kind that slips right through you - lays heavy, still. A sound breaks the normal silence. The hum of cars tearing down the highway, even though it’s miles away, past a rolling forest.
  
     I flex...