I come to you with the fragrance of the earth…

I come to you with the fragrance of the earth…
Deep and warm and bubbly…
Having the instincts of immortal life…
Knowing nothing but the truth.

How can something like this earth be so old and yet so innocent?
Making me beds of thistle down…
Not worrying about a satisfactory conclusion…
Never letting the rains, empty her skies.

Her days move forward like the gears of a clock…
Lingering lovingly…
Each evening, she hosts a complete stranger dinner party…
Sure, you are invited, dress code is casual or nothing at all.

Her winds blow from nowhere…
Telling us that She is always a mast and never an anchor…
Welcoming us to lift our sails and explore…
Doesn’t everyone need a push?

Homecoming is in the twilight…
With Her sumptuous reds and golds…
Bringing your heart back to the heavens…
And the glorious day is done.
I love you,

Annie