Jan 2020
That soil
From which we grew.
And to which we will return.
To stardust.
To twinkle.
And tidal pool soup.
That soil
Our always mother
who will take us back
to bark.
To worms.
And stars.
From which we grew.
And to which we will return.
To stardust.
To twinkle.
And tidal pool soup.
That soil
Our always mother
who will take us back
to bark.
To worms.
And stars.
