Sculpting a home

Demands of self

And expects of time

Make me wonder if

I am truly free

Of anyone or anything

Or any being bound to me

As this earth grows up

Beneath my feet

And I a timeless ageless beast

Wish flowers fall

And mountains climb

When not at home

Yet also resistant to leave

We are trees of trees

And sand of rocks

And rivers of cutting

Neath valleys to be

When home is not

Yet resistant to change