Nourishing and flourishing
Hydration leads to growth
But tea is good for stomachs
Not detoxifying my anxiety
I grow tea plants at home
I use water and soil
And eggshells, and coffee and tears
I give them something to drink
And I drink them
No sugar no milk
Maybe boba sometimes though
Green tea, Camelia Camelia
Black tea, Camelia Sinensis
Herbal is a last resort
If people can farm a mountain
You can conquer the plants at home
The breeze likes to gossip
And play with my hair
As droplets do tricks
Upon rocky stairs
Hear them whisper and complain
Like a chorus girl’s refrain
Windy days are for dancing
Like reeds and sand
Rainy days are for singing
Under blankets and cover bands
Air and Water
Avatars of change
Peacefully adapting
As earth and fire
Fall away
How do rocks go astray?
How do they crumble and erode?
Broken crags and fallen stones
Protect and hold on to
Cliffs and slippery slopes
In anxious absence
Flounder and fracture and fester in mold
These rocks break and they batter
Building upon buildings
Mountains and shrines
Dark fallen towers
Of forfeited godliness
If only rocks could speak,
If they could sing and skip
Upon the highways of life
Then silence wouldn’t be home to stony hearts
And narrow paths wouldn’t be so cold
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