Small World Phenomenon

a part of me, mingles with the worms, in the soil

my history and more, feeds the trees

where ash and root strengthen, waiting to unfurl

another loose theory of six degrees

connected together, a curious pair

from birth, till I'm laid six feet under

shelter and nourishment, beyond compare

a lineage of magic and wonder

for generations my bloodline, has soddened the earth

and those branches provide my exigency

this guardianship is shared, back and forth

making us much more than family

giving the old adage, "the family tree"

something a bit deeper to ponder

if I am part of the tree and it's part of me

it makes nature much harder to squander

deepening our roots into this mixture of love

providing the support to flourish

spreading our branches, reaching to the sky above

until the whole world is refurbished