Stretches of wild earth caress every curve, find every
corner.
Always growing.
Always moving.
Never stagnant.
Waves burst as trees transform and a small voice whispers.
There, do you see?
Our flesh; it has become everything and nothing.
At one with the roots that bury themselves deep.
Infinite as the stars that rest in all molecules.
Naturally forming for our inevitable discovery.
These are gentle reminders:
You are never alone.
PEACE X
