Cycles

 I could go to the forest plunge my hands through the leaf litter Into the mycorrhizal network of fungi letting my fingers take root to draw me down Into the symbiotic life beneath the surface, thence to rise with the nurturing sap taking a place  amongst the foliage, joining its dance of colors, thence to become a fallen leaf many veined and transparent dissolving into the earth and beginning a new journey upward to welcome a new season with my brothers and sisters, a reflection of the cyclical nature of existence.