Nature in me, Me in nature

Trees, shrubs, and leaves
they rub up so close to one another
I wonder if they speak the same language
I know my ancestors didn’t

Uprooted and transplanted uprooted and transplanted uprooted and transplanted uprooted and transplanted uprooted and transplanted uprooted and transplanted
uprooted and transplanted

My ancestors still understood each other’s pain and anger
They sought the same spiritual and physical liberation
They rubbed shoulders and swayed to the beats of their own language despite their oppressors’ deliberate impositions.

As I sit here, the descendants of those greats, those royal resilient beings
I listen to the rustle of those leaves, the silent transformative radiation of those trees and
I remember who I am

uprooted and transplanted
we still know our roots and with them we’ve created a multitude of languages
rooted and planting my garden continues to flourish nourishing my mind body and soul
just some food for thought