She smelled like the dirt,
The deep rich of earth,
The water and the air,
The carbon and the mirth.
She looked like the sky,
Her head lifted high,
Clouds in her features,
Birds passing by.
She tasted like the stream,
The water cold and clean,
With the fauna and the falls,
She was all in between.
She sounded like the night,
The wisp of bats in flight,
The chirping of the crickets
Before the morning's light.
She felt like trees:
Strong, but in the breeze,
Swaying to the music
Only heard by me.
