Women are like trees Rooted in the soil of soul Embodied trunks of womanhood Stretching toward the canopy Of light that fills our wombs.
Yes, women are like trees Growing deep into the Earth Sourcing life From tendrils reaching out Below ground Feeling for sister roots To wrap around.
Yes, women are like trees Sap flowing through our veins Surging upward and outward To all we embrace. Strong and noble and gentle in the breeze We expand and grow taller With every season and moon phase.
Yes, women are like trees Our canopy of leaves Senses the light Required for life and spirit To emerge through the storms As we reach heavenward To pull down our dreams.
Yes, women are like trees Alone we are majestic and mysterious Together we are a forest Of the Wild Feminine. Yes, women are like trees.