A Happy Poem - Reprise

It starts like the sunrise
My Heart blossoms and unfurls
Curving and stretching to catch the light
Filling itself with warmth.

With each gentile rotation
Of the world between its toes
My Heart rises and grows
Roots sneaking further down into the soil
Swirling and combining in perfect harmony.

If you were to cut open my Heart
You could read my life by its rings
Some thick, some thin
Some dark, some light
Some scarred, few perfect
But each building on the other
Together painting a wholly imperfect picture.

Some day, my Heart will have to move.
Reintroduced to foreign soil
Its roots learning to find their hold another time.
But for now, it enjoys the rising sun,
And looks forward to each new ring it forms.

I look down.
You’re holding my hand.