its unusual
the earth said to the girl in a gentle voice through the breeze
unlike others that trek though my valleys
and wade past my streams..
your tears are sweet..
confused the girl looked up from the grass blades
wiped her cheeks with her sleeve
and wondered why that was so significant..

you're home now.. you don't have to run anymore.

and she looked past the hill as a tear went down her cheek
and it was true

she was home again

and her tears were sweet.