By Russell March
Editor's Note: This is a piece created by a Fort Lyon resident in one of our creative writing classes led by writer-in-residence Kathy Conde last fall.
I am a tree
deeply rooted
growing
giving unequivocally
I am a tree
dancing
hugging the wind
filling the air with the sweet scent of Pine
I am a tree
solid
beautiful
unique
I am a tree
a protector
a practitioner of the Fibonacci sequence
I am a tree
I am a tree.
I am not a bucket of ashes.
