Poem: One with the Earth

I walk where moss remembers rain,
Bare feet tracing roots again.
The wind speaks low in ancient tongues,
Of songs unsung, of seeds begun.

The river hums a silver thread,
Through fields the morning light has fed.
I drink the sky, I breathe the loam—
No need for walls, this world’s my home.

Each stone I pass, a whispered prayer,
Each leaf, a dream once floating air.
The mountain’s heart beats slow and deep,
It cradles stars while oceans sleep.

No line divides the skin from tree,
When I am you, and you are me.
The Earth is not beneath my tread—
It lives within, not just ahead.

So may I rise with dew-wet grace,
And carry peace from place to place.
Not to possess, not to defend—
But walk as one, where all things blend.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie