When I feel mother earth beneath my feet,

I am soothed.

It matters not where I am

north, south, east or west,

it matters not what I see,

birth or decay,

I am soothed

by the rhythms

of the turning globe

beneath my feet.

Looking down,

dirt and weeds,

flowers and trees.

Looking up,

sky and clouds,

rain and thunder.

Destruction and reconstruction,

cycles of life,

I am soothed

by my mother,

I am held in her arms.

My feet keep walking,

my steps are light,

all is alight,

I am joyful.