She Speaks

She stands sentinel at the gateway to my home….where my heart is.  
Her skin begins to crack.  She is moving from old to ancient.  
Her furrows widen to let go more.  She surrenders her wisdom to the Core.  
Beneath the earth I cannot see how deep and wide she spreads her influence. 
In my knowing I feel her.  
She is breathing the Earth.  
She is breathing the Sky.
She speaks of the world flowing by. 

  













Story by Little Drum