Between the Roots and Sky

Beneath the towering arms of ancient trees,
Where sunlight filters like a golden sigh,
I find the pulse of life in whispered breeze,
And hear the earth’s soft song beneath the sky.

Each leaf a story, fragile, yet profound,
A fleeting dance before it falls to rest,
Cradled in soil’s dark, eternal ground —
A gentle ending, and a new bequest.

Love grows here quiet, wrapped in emerald hues,
Not shouted loud, but felt in every breath,
In moss that clings, in dawn’s soft light diffused,
In shadows where life mingles close with death.

We are wildflowers breaking through the stone,
Bold in our fragility, and bright —
Holding both grief and joy within our bone,
Rooted in dark, reaching toward the light.

So walk with me through forests deep and still,
Where love and loss are threads that intertwine,
Where every heart bears both the ache and thrill,
And every ending births a new design.

For in the quiet earth, beneath the sky,
Between the roots and stars, we learn to be —
Alive, with love that never fades or dies,
Eternal as the forest’s melody.

by Onnaya