Here I lie
To kiss a bumblebee
By means of the flower
Laid in the soil of my waste.
Here I go
To the land that fed me,
Embracing my kin
Who called me back to them.
Here I live
To be watered by the rain,
Massaged and turned by roots
And pressed by youthful feet.
Here I am
Alive in buzzing, crawling life;
Surrendering to exquisite change
So I may bloom again.