To Be Part of the Earth

To hide in the earth,
To be beneath the soil.
To melt like snow,
To become a plant lost among trees.

To hide in the earth,
To be in the dirt, tilled and ground up.
To touch the sky like a wondrous oak.
Beneath the surface in a burrow.

A hollow tree, a hidden door,
Green like the leaves in spring.
The bloom of flowers to paint the scene.
Daisies, lilies, roses, and fuchsias.

Recluse and scared.
I just want to hide.
Sink to meet the heart of the earth.
Nature sees me as solitary.

To hide in the earth,
To be silent and deep.
To meet the roots of the trees,
To cage myself in the soil for good.