POETRY: Substance

Like the wind
I’m only visible
in what I’ve plucked from life.
Thoughts that swirl like green leaves
in a summer storm,
winged seeds from mighty maples
flitter down
to catch a grain of earth
and there to sprout

Ah, but you’ll see
the towering treetops bend to will,
and know,that is me too.

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