Solstice Solace

I am a child of the earth.

I am solar powered, made of dirt.

I have sticks for bones and eyes of stone,

And only sit on mossy thrones.

My hair of ivy wraps around and,

Chokes my own neck to keep me grounded.

And when it rains, I get water-logged,

But there's morbid peace within this bog.

For when my blind eyes turn to sand,

And when my leaves refuse to stand,

All that's left is dirt and sun,

And what grows again could be anyone.