Her knees pound hard onto the soil beneath me.
She drops to place me within the earth.
Breathing heavy, she works the soil for room for me.
Breath a kiss upon my leaves.
Embraced in her cupped hands, into the warmth and moisture of the earth.
This is my prayer.
My roots flow down, deeper.
I find my place within, holding tight, engaged.
She whispers to me.
She stands tall above me.
I look beyond her to the sky.
I reach up to her.
Until I stand over her.
My leaves shielding her.
My roots embracing her.