To her.

if I was a plant

tiny amongst the ancient trees whom I admire

way down from the forest floor

a slender limb crawling through the foliage

peeping through the carpet of seasonal memory

then

I would ask you to love me

even before I’ve grown (whenever that might have been)

and while I grow (whenever that will be)

finally, after I’ve grown (whatever that may mean)

And I would love you like I love ground and sky

the air in between I breathe and create

While we are holding hands under the same sky

with different weather

we grow together

not up, not heavenward

we expand in all directions

This is my vision our journey

this drawing was made during a day in the botanical garden in Bonn, hosting the soundwalk Wood Says there. I found this leave on the ground behind our little booth.