The earth blesses my loneliness
With it's solitude.
And answers my longings
With it's silences.

I know myself in this place,
Amongst the pine and oak...
There the message is given to me
By the gentle rain,
A trickling voice that speaks to me
And i am wrapped by the wind,
Spun soft in green.

Whispers by their leaves,
Where answers are found.

The earth shelters me,
Teaches me, heals me...
I cannot own it, just be a borrower...

It responds only to love and tenderness,
And offers it's seasonal gifts back to me
In fruit and flower.

It belongs to the wind and the rain,
And all the cosmic forces that guide it.
And i can only nurture and protect it
With precious borrowed time...

Written By
My Sister
Leni Marie
Copyright/1997

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