I am the earth and the earth is me,
Cloaked in the sky and the shimmering sea;
My dress is of hedgerows and old, old stone
My feet wrapped in roots winding deep through the loam
My breath is the storm and the warm summer breeze
My blood is the ocean and river and stream,
My heart is the fire that sparks with new growth
My pulse thrums the earth, as above so below.