Gaia

Her heart on her sleeve
With loved ones names
Carved into the bark

Counting rings
Like blessings
Knowing full well that leaves will come
And go
And fall

But her roots
Will never buckle
And her heart
Will never hollow

For she is a structure
Of overwhelming support.
Whose canopy covers,
Encompassing
Sanctuary
To those who deserve to be near her.

And when I grow weary in the weeds,
I can sleep soundly in her shade
Knowing
And trusting
That the rain will never touch me