have you heard
her soil
as it listens
to the promise
of water,
or seen her light
painting your sky
full of eyes?
have you tasted
her voice
on the lips of a wind
she breathes to you
with tongue,
or inhaled her scent,
a bluebell at dawn?
can you feel her
reach, daring to touch
beyond your
forest's depth?















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