To feel the vibrations of Nature’s song…
The smell of Her forgotten pines,
Eternity encapsulated in the droplets of cool mists,
As water falls,
As Her sweat sprays against the rocky mounds of Her exuberance.
The soil beneath your feet never quite the same.
I’ve heard the calling of Her ecstasy,
As the song birds greet the arrival of the Sun,
As man stirs in his unconsciousness,
Distorting Her truth with the lies of his existence.
Though I falter, I hear the beckoning of Her breezes,
Tried and true I stand beside Her majesty,
Bruised, but sure to the task for which I was born,
To climb, to fall, to bleed upon Her fertile soil.
Forgotten the truest womb a babe has ever known,
The willows weeping their joy and I cry beside them,
She knows no bounds in Her acceptance,
And no judgements of misguided expectations of survival.
Hold this tired form, swaddled nicely in the torrents of despair,
Her rapids flowing beside me,
The sounds deafening me to the point where I can finally hear
That howl that rages deep inside me.
Tear away these shrouds, and leave me naked in the field somewhere,
I beg you, bleed me of the humanity bestowed on me from birth,
Rugged, let me know the steadiest of stones
As I seek my way downward once again.