I seek to find the tree
where and when I find it
I will know it for its role in my life
spirit connecting totem

white fella dreaming me
my original culture kit
equipped for consumption and strife
for directionless floating

missing address of life’s mystery
missing where I fit
cut from “other” as with a knife 
finished as animate factotum

I seek the key
in nature’s remit
to open the door of relief
to release my soul forgotten

I walk the bush incessantly
search nature’s bridge exquisite 
in enduring mortal grief 
to reveal immortal heart re-woken

where entity is true and free
where body and soul will sit
with cup and bowl I turn new leaf
full of love and hoping

Today Sanaa prompts we poets to write in the form of rimas dissolutas. In this form each stanza comprises of lines that end with a rhyme matching the corresponding line in ever other stanza. https://dversepoets.com/2022/01/04/poetics-exploring-the-realm-of-french-literature-first-stop-marseille/