@kali66 Hahaha true. Then, in addition, I will praise all the rest: blood pumping through the veins, shelter, shadow, roots deep in the earth and branches brushing the wind. Wood of the woods. :-)
Wonderfully executed. It brings to mind a poem by WA writer Nola Gregory.
Mother Earth
I belong to this land
It runs through my veins
It's the earth in my bones
It's the dry dusty plains
It's the whispering wind
As she blows through the sand
It's the sparkling salt water
That trickles through my hands
It's the feeling I get
When I return to my place
It's deep down inside me
It's my Mother Earth Space
Mother Earth
I belong to this land
It runs through my veins
It's the earth in my bones
It's the dry dusty plains
It's the whispering wind
As she blows through the sand
It's the sparkling salt water
That trickles through my hands
It's the feeling I get
When I return to my place
It's deep down inside me
It's my Mother Earth Space