Mother Shade and Shadow

In her lap, as I had always

Imagined.

The rough bark of her roots rose and

Fell,

Going deep

Into the rich, black soil.

Rising tall,

Reaching for the baby blue

Sky.

Each leaf bowing down

To its creator.

Proud as a tree that refuses to

Bend

With the beating of the brazen winds.

Humble as the servant

In a royal court;

Gently fanning the spawn of its

Master.