Nature

I break through rock,
the side of my mountain-
the nature of me,
nurturing me.
roots that enter,
deep into my waters-
reaching my flowering,
to my skies within.
I thrive through,
my storms-
sometimes,
weathered and worn-
or the seasons,
take my life through-
my rebirth,
but I will not-
be unearthed,
I hold my roots deep-
in my truth,
inside me.
I open to the light,
to the nature of life-
and to those who,
nurture me,
around me.
see me grow,
breaking my ground-
rising up high-
up my climb,
surrendering to,
the nature-
of my ever growing life.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©