Earth Mother,
I feel your breath in the trees –
that subtle, energetic song you cry
each time I am wise enough to listen.
I hear you, Mother.
I hear you in the silent hum of the soil,
the crescendo of waves upon the sand.
I hear your staccato notes in the wings of the moth,
your bellows in the rolls of August thunder.
I hear you, Mother.
I hear your soft wails in the cooing dove outside my window,
your chords intricately woven into the soundscape of the forest.
I hear you in the rhapsody of the stream,
the long, stretched out tones of spring rain.
I hear you, Mother –
even when your song is soft,
gentle,
unrecognizable.