Rooted, SHE begins. From the depth of the Meadow Where she walks… She observes the peaks of Mountains on all sides Forged in fire, Yet frozen in ice.
SHE walks the nutrient-rich soil In between. Where wild flowers grow Abundance And rivers caress the land Carving new formations
Where individuals become communities And crops feed the tribe And horses gallop through The billowing blades of grass. She persists.
Where barbed wire separates the land And blood is shed Humans battle against one another The stench of death a harbinger of Decomposition… Absorbing into the Earth… Enriching the soil… And bursting forth new life
Tiny sparks of green Poke through the blackened dirt A new beginning… In the meadow Vessel Container Of Life.