the tremble in his voice
the ache in his heart
his blood and sweat
the reach of his hand
His strength as he stands
you have made his world beauty itself
he has walked this earth to see you smile and carries you everywhere with him.
his dreams
his heart malleable in your heartbeat
his eyes
his soul for you
all for you
I have planted myself
And keep grasping the earth with
All my strength.
Yet my
Tender flowers do
Whither
From the weight of sorrow.
Hollow sighs escape my lips.
I am
No longer reaching.
How full these petals might bloom at the sight
Of the
Sun;
Or your face.
Our poor mother
She cannot breathe
For we have blanketed
Her in concrete
In lieu
Of seeds.
And
I dissolve into the sky.
Wanderlust
Takes me by the soul.
The open road.
The crashing surf.
So much magnificence to behold
In
And
On
This earth.
The very roots of the trees share my
Ancient truth.
They know the origin
Of my the journey.
If I stand still
And breathe
I
Remember the connection.
The very source of
The
Beginning.
There
I am.
The evolution,
The
Awakening of my soul.
How delicate my feet
Tread upon the
Earth.
How bright
My eyes have become
With the opening of
My heart.
How precious
This life.
She cried tears
Believing she had been separated from
Mother Earth
Until,
Upon
Waking a memory long lost,
She recalled
The dust
The streams
The rocks
And the ocean,
The mountains
The clouds
The wind and the rain
All remain within her.
We loved before we were born.
It has been written in time.
In the wind.
In the earth.
The dirt itself.
We loved.
We Love.
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