interleaved

I am green, all the greens

I am brown

I am strong, resonant with life

I am dry and crumbling

I smell of the world, a light dance of aroma, a deep hew

I am the right size

to capture the light

to channel the rain, to grow

to be eaten by wings yet to unfurl

to carry my light into the world

Freed from branches, twigs' ends, flying

fluttering, in air vibrating with life and light

carried by the world's wind, I fly

I slowly fall

lifted again

filled with and made from sun's light

but still falling finally

to gather, to all gather

together scrunched, tunnelled, blown

I become mulch and feed the world

27th October 2021 The Notyou: Finding Self as Othervoice, Jane Burn