Free your stretching arms to meet the sky,
embrace clear azure air, solid in the winter winds,
the gravity of the earth will hold you tight.
Tall like a centenary tree, and just as substantial:
our bodies are our souls – tethered to the earth.
Walk back into the woods, under the canopied sky,
let the fractured sunlight warm your brittle bones,
the rotation of the planet will lead you home.