I will not doubt myself

I stand here
I call it a defiance
some call it mulish
‘no one can call themselves a tree, trees don’t even call themselves that among themselves’
but how can we translate what we hear, if we refuse to look around and see ourselves reflected?
I am everything too
and what about that?
the true reflection of the soul is a gateway that mirrors life
I stand here
I call it defiance
in the face of the fickle tide of trends
I am nature herself
and so are you
and I stand here
until the wind upturns me
until my roots can no longer roam
until my heart can no longer reach the depths
until my soul has decided it has been a life
what’s left will be a seed
a maple seed in the wind twirling
dancing away into another time