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.