Hello, Bloodroot.  Was it hard,
shoving up through wet leaves?

And Stone, what can you tell
of your tumble under ice?

Worm, half-crushed by wheels,
where are you going now?

What is the willow
writing in the water?

What do clouds whisper
as they skid across the stars?

Sun, has anyone told you
that someday you will die?

Mud, whose eyes have you been
and whose bones?

Wind, whose body have you touched?
Whose breath will you become?

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