There is an energy in things
that pushes to be free
that wants to rise
that cannot be contained
that flows through trees
through bark and leaves
blossom, fruit and stem
then bursts out into seed
and begins again.
I know this energy in me
It made me as I am
It cannot be content
confined within my skin
but pushes to express
it’s creativity
These seeds I scatter in the wind
marks on a page
my poetry.
