A Pure Sight

 

A pure sight as I look into the mirror,  

Enjoying the view, I look up and see you.  

With a grin and a smile, I turn into,  

A tree standing tall,  

Growing below and above all.

Birthed for a kind unique DNA strand,  

Pieced together from the mythos soiled into sand.  

Anointed as the chosen, resurrected as the air,  

Recall to mind Sophie's World, a book for the time.

A connecting deep both seen and unseen,  

Rooting truth in this moment serene.  

A narrative of growth, wisdom, and lore,  

Reaching skyward, eternally forevermore.