Branches on the ground
Roots in the air
memory fading, confused
Someone pulling me out
Throwing me here, saved me
Right…my forest is burning
Strange trunks fruits flowers
Leaves foreign shades
looking down, angry, afraid?
No answer to my cry
Only shouts, leave, go back
But…my forest is burning
Loved trunks, fruits, flowers
Leaves gentle, known
Looking around among them
Roots are deep belonging
All only laughter, joy
No…My forest is burning
Gentle hand lifting
tears understand
lifting branches in the air
digging roots in the ground
Water, sunshine, soil, safe
This forest isn’t burning
Winter spring summer
Fall winter spring
My branches spreading outward
Heavy fruit, no more shouts
Peace. Belonging? weeping
My forest is burning