The dirt is hard
Underneath my feet
As I walk the well worn path
To the end of the earth

And the end does not come,
But if it did, I would continue.

The wind whips my hair
Like a thousand wisps
Of weeping willow
As I look out across the water

The shifting tides
Move in harmony
With the cool, crisp
Ocean breeze.

I feel the radiant warmth
Of the August sun
Tanning my skin
And bleaching my hair

A mother's warm love
Given unto the Earth.

The rain comes down
Landing on the tin roof
Like the slow, soft beat
Of a thousand drums.

I hear the soothing rhythm
Of nature's love song
Playing above me
And I sleep in peace.
posted by 123454321 at 12:05 AM