Poem

Listen to my sound.

I am the wind, which echos through the trees.

The gentle breeze which tickles your flesh.

Touch that which you walk upon.

I am the green fields filled with fresh flowers.

My breast the mountain peaks which reach toward the heavens.

My curves the endless canyons.

The waters that run through my womb, nourish the sacred river of life.

I am the song within the storm.

The whisper on the edge of the forest.

The silence. The rush of raging waterfalls.

Open your eyes my child, for I am everywhere.

I have never left you and never will.

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