springtime motifs

mi.

spring has been rainy so far. the rain has washed me downstream. i have lost a branch, you see. but losing a branch comes with its advantages. i feel a little more lean. to shed is my goal for autumn. i think that's an achievable goal. i know i'm supposed to bloom right now, and i'm supposed to grow towards the sun. but that's not how my roots are feeling. i need to cull my leaves.

my bark; it makes the howling of the wind. these sounds are of my own, not really that of the skies. i feel a great pride in my wailing. perhaps at times i am a little timid. but the quietness is just for me to rest. my flowers aren't always here, nor is what you hear.

my roots are to form the foundation, together with the soil around me. my branches are being reprocessed as we speak and creak! the wind blows around me, it feels great. maybe at some point we won't have to wait anymore, and the rain will stop washing us. maybe i can hold an umbrella for you?

sina.

i would like to form a home for you. but the walls are open, and you're allowed to go, i wouldn't even be sad. i hope my creaking and bowing doesn't scare you off. that's the opposite of what i want. of course i ask of you to leave my branches as you found them. we aren't to merge, we are to engage.

oh, and, if you should find yourself limited, you can grow beside me as a sapling of your own. root yourself next to me and i can watch you. one day we might see others around us grow too.

tenpo kasi.