Apr 2015
Those nights it would rain
Mud and vines grew through my spine
And earth I became
Mud and vines grew through my spine
And earth I became
Day 22 of NaPoWriMo. I felt like a nature poem was needed, in honor of Earth Day.
Of the immeasurable beauty of rain and wanting to become the earth itself. Maybe if we try harder to feel connected, one, than it won't be so hard to take care of our home.
Of the immeasurable beauty of rain and wanting to become the earth itself. Maybe if we try harder to feel connected, one, than it won't be so hard to take care of our home.
