Daughter of the Earth




Daughter of the earth,
sister of the mountain,
home among the trees,
my roots grow deep.
Like the water I flow,
in tune with the moon.
Like the leaves I fall,
to be born again.
Listening I hear,
the songs of the ancients,
Dreaming I remember,
the story of my mother,
my grandmother’s mother,
and all the way back,
to the beginning of time,
when we were a crack
on the sole
of the Great Mother’s feet.

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