read or listen:
She only cut her hair in March,
throwing it out the back door
so the birds would weave it
into their nests.
She clapped in delight
as each new lock was lifted
to the branches of the Oak forest.
After she died
she spent more time with nesting birds
in the many groves
she called home.
Now she is known
by every tree
and bird,
braided into every nest.
Truly gorgeous, such a moving tribute and eternal truth all at once.
Such a moving way to experience our oneness with all the natural world, after we have moved into the earth fully.