With each step, I hear naught but wind
Blowing over land.
This world of evergreen and brown
Laying under hand.

Every step, a silent step,
A carnal world of lore.
Under foot the bones of Earth
The Humans haven’t torn.

I feel the wind of Mother’s lungs,
The whispers of the world,
A world of shadows evergreen,
A map to God unfurled.

This place without the shadowed grave
Without Death or Vice.

I thank the world for garden fare,
A world without the time.
To be one with Earth, the mighty bones,
What finally is mine.