The man in the yellow helmet swings from her branches
strategically he secures ropes to large trunk sections
tethering her tightly to her more solid neighbor
The Spruce Pine
Standing in solidarity, standing in quiet strong grace
He holds her hand as she dismounts the seat next to him
piece by piece
her magnificent benevolence returns
Mother Earth accepts
piece by piece
from the top
inching down to her birth place
her rooted place
the sprout place where she rose towards the sun
to serve
She stood tall, stretched wide, bowed to chaos
In her servitude love was offered by continuous default
Freely
Because she was she
A circle requires a loop to close
A chapter to end
Life to go on