Here, take my brittle hand.
Let’s go look at the rotting trees
And kiss them back to life.
Your nails bleed painlessly. I gave you a magic touch.
You sleep in a green bed. I sit in the grass and wait for you.
I wait for you to wake up with stars in the place of your eyes. They’re safe here, behind the warm red shelter of your eyelids.
A bright thread spills down your cheek. A shooting star. I know what your wish is. I gave you a magic touch.
You drink from a pond and the water loves you.
You walk the earth and the soil loves you.
You gather fallen leaves in your arms and the trees love you.
You pluck flowers (from my skin) and they all love you, give you butterfly kisses (they learned it from the best).
Everything is dead but will come back to life.
You know how it goes. Death and rebirth, the endless cycle.
You wish it unbroken.
Don’t worry. Nature loves you and it will keep coming back for you.
Happy birthday. My present to you is a magic touch. You go save the world."