The accumulation of me

Hanging from the scaffold

drifting back to the tree

from tree to seed; the seed

takes me to the earth, to ferns

chomped by giant reptiles

and eventually

the sea.

When they cut

me down

they wanted me to believe

the blue fairy

had saved me.

I stood firm -

felt my feet in the earth

of a million years ago,

the remains of the sea

in the tears that welled -

I am not a product of her wand.

Life did not come cheaply,

not for the seed

nor the tree:

Not for the plankton

nor the first single cell.

All steps on the journey

to the point

where I am able to claim

my own two feet.