Thirsty roots suck life from earth

Rain that falls seeps through my veins

I lift my feet, pull up, resist the ground

The water creeps,

dilutes me, cuts me, makes me weak,

porous. I am rooted in water, and air

that rises gives life to plants, gives none to me

I shrivel. Close the gaps where darkness forms

Set loose through cracks, the barefoot hippy

freefalls, catches rainbows, leaps and springs

with yelps on jagged rocks beneath

I catch the birds and set the water free

I am old. I am wise. I am high

I am all the flowers and the trees. They are me

I am unpredictable. I am power. I am many

Penny, you are seen by all.

But you are things no one can see.

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