Budding Trees

Cottonwood bliss

I came to say

the wicked in their ways

fall away

as fickle, fragile, dry,


much can be said

as little

gone awry

you and I

the dry earth crackles and creaks

it is my thirst

my survival seeks

I see you

the reflection in my leaves

leave me dry

or water me high




in between

by Sandi – O’vehlu

Published by Sandi Martinez

At the moment, creativity has no limits. I am freeing my inner chaos into lines, shadows, and shapes: Divinedoodleits, and words... Does it really matter how inner-work shows itself? Keep creating folks, divine inspiration is everywhere! Your journey has no beginning and no ending. Share with others' your inspiration, be it through art, music, jewelry, gardening, or whatever form it comes in! Many blessings 🙏🏼, Sandi

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