Dusk

I have no words to spill out and about
No clue to you how my joints squeeze together
Just this breath that comes in at dawn and releases at dusk
Perhaps the land in which I walk now looks a little covered with orange and yellow to caution me from being where I have been before
But this is where I am
And this is who I am
Merely a tree whose limbs stretch and reach
Whose roots expand and grow
Whose knots show of age and growth
And leaves that come and go
When golden dusk turns my shadow gold, I shall be thankful for the heart inside of me.