she wandered through the trees
clothed in the evening mist
and adorned with the deep hues
of the setting sun
she trod softly, quietly
careful not to stir
even the delicate fern
moving in rhythm
with the earth’s own heartbeat
and with each step
her bare foot met the earth
a deed so unassuming
one might not see
that with every connection
of flesh and earth
she fed the ground
with the love of her soul
and so to was fed
with the strength and peace
of her ancient Mother