by Mary E. Lowd

Uprooted she reaches skyward
Reaching blindly
Guided by the feel of light
On leaves
Does she miss her roots?
They were severed
Severely, seriously
(She does)
(She does miss them)
But when the wind is right
And the sky welcoming
Sometimes freedom
Feels like flying

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