Henna and Chipotle

When I was born, there was slight ringing in my eyes.
It sounded as though a bell was being rung, a bell whose toll moved through all the air currents.
And I had to crawl out of the ground to breathe fresh air again.
I came out of the hot earth and filled my lungs with the cool crisp air of the expanding world.
Mist draped itself over me, and like a welcomed friend embraced the whole of me.
The ringing still bothered me, but suddenly I didn't notice.
I felt like some kind of creature, clawing on all fours, hoping to find some shelter.
It was under a large willow that I came to find my home,
Together, the branches and I and created life. They protected me from rain, heat, wind.
I learned each leave's name and all of them were close to my heart.
It is with my friends I felt connected to some greater power.
It shook within me, an anxious and sticky electricity aching to break free.
I would soon know to call this LOVE.
I knew nothing of fear just yet. And it was pure bliss.
Some would say that the day they were born was the most fearful they have ever experienced.
I say quite the opposite, I say this was the day I realized I was alive, it was wonderful.