For Lo Poem by n. j. saroff

The moon cast its shadow upon the night the stars lit the way home to what I loved. I felt the trees tangle around my legs pull me in and become one with them. I felt a leaving then a longing. Suddenly I was not the being I was minutes ago in the woods, and nature had stole my soul ever so slightly and I longed to have it returned. But it feeds upon the earth and leave me baren. The walk to where I was going and planning to go no longer felt the same. I was no more. As I approached the door I discovered I could not open it. I was like the wind just a breeze. I was a shell on a shore. I, a hollow opening wishing to be filled. But I could not fill it. For my soul flew among the birds and took to the sky. Sinking into the mud and river, I was alone, yet I did not feel lonely, because the world around me was so alive with evening voices. This gave me a sort of reason to go on. And so I did, with out a soul, with out a body, with out a heart, with out a form, I grew my branches, and stemmed out my roots. I became one with what was around me, and I love it