Beja in motion

I do not exist alone,
I am made of connections;
Roots intertwine along the line
Deep in the same ground.

Even when the trunks seem distant,
There is something that keeps them together;
Rivers meet before
Reaching their destinations.

There are trees that provide shade,
There are seeds waiting to be touched;
For other hands to guide them
Or wings to germinate.

There are presences that do not appear,
But sustain the balance of everything;
Enchanted ones who strengthen
The living memory of the yard.
In the forest, no one grows alone,
Every root sustains the whole;
No river flows for pity,
It flows for the future and for the world.

When many move with intention,
Something beyond isolated effort emerges;
A network is formed, ground is formed,
A shared ecosystem is formed.

Like rivers that meet in their course
Without losing their own identity,
People expand their journey
In the strength of collectivity.

The movement grows when it expands,
The network flourishes when it is plural;
And all life that circulates in harmony
Strengthens the whole of nature.