Some and Me

Some were built for height,
some false with imitation bark,
some ill-fated by others’ fires, 
some have witnessed the sparks.

The dark, the light, 
rotates and falls 
upon each equally. 
Some were meant to 
sky-reach.
Some use the sun’s love
to bloom in delicate
and fleeting beauty.

At the feet of giant trees, 
with whom I have always
felt most rooted,
in white lace and ray’s kiss
still fresh on my crown,
I have never been so at peace
with who I’ve found
I’ve always been.

Wherever I go now,
it is me who I am. 

Poem and image ©LauraDenise