The roots are sharing again
The drums are captivating the space
The whispers can be heard all through
It is not our ears that will be listening
Your story is waiting within the branches
Will it withstand the gusts of wind?
Or snap with forced movement?
The roots are singing again
The dancers have embedded their movements
Assertively, with grace
It is not our body that will be swaying
You are open for all to see
Do you welcome the observers?
Or hide within the leaves?
The roots are crying again
The animals have joined to celebrate
The cleansing has begun
It is not our hands that will wipe away the remnants
A new season has turned
Will you grow a little more?
Or overwhelm with the harsh change?
The roots are in ceremony again
The smoke is in the clearing
Stillness calls for all
It is not our mind that will trick us here
Your story is retold
How much will you recognize?
Or shelter will you seek?
The roots are birthing again
The Earth is scattering seeds
New blossoms share your nutrients
It is not our food that is providing strength
It is your time to hold the story
Don’t worry if you forget the words
They have been kept safely for you.