Why have they moved me from womb to earth instead of spawning me in water ---air---or fire?

A tree:...
Paper and Pulp...

Lady of the winds,
heron of the plains,
when you sway
your being sings.

Gesture of prayer
or prelude to flight,
through your branches
the heavens flow.
From the dark land of men
I have come,
on my knees,
to behold you.
Tall, naked, singular.