ZONGS OF ZAMZARA

covered by dirt

deep underground

layers of thick moist clay

the smell of mother

earth

layers of time

layers of sand

is this beautiful soul

protected by a hard shelll

like a walnut

will someday push through

all the layers

of being pushed down

deep

in the dark

and rise by the warmth

of the light

that shines

millions of miles away

and when she breaks through

the dense forest floor

she will blossom

into a strong tree

full of walnuts

to feed the squirrels

and birds will sit on her arms and sing

and all her tears will fall down like rain

and she will grow and branch out

and her leaves will blow in the breeze

kissed by the wind