Beauty of uncertainty,
I am the one that is changing,
gathering in paper-poems,
the world is held together
falling apart in sunsets
trees bemoan their creaking
bowing branches are drummers
of the sky. What’s breathing me ?
The Tree and I are entities of the same
The tree is aware of me, and I silence myself,
in company.
dare to breathe, I say, tree winds knocking on my soul
dare to synchronize deep magic of leaf
dare to utter oak prayers in the park or in the pew
bless now I pray, the tree and I never stop ,never do
like hungry perspiration
in the spring,
rings of mysteries,
ancestral interceding’s,
intervening,
the tree has become my teacher
and I the ever-eager student.
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
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