SPRINGTIME #192:
Consider thee the last known lover of mother nature
The one true believer in the the majesty that lies within the bosom of your dirt.
A real life human tree who longs to grow branches and poke your sky.
Alas! It is I, the animal who rolls within the reeds that grow along the side of the banks of your flowing waters.
He who bathes in your sand as you watch me from above.
I am nude.
I am new.
I have sprung.
