Blessed is the earth - flowering the dreamy ents of a forest.
The wind caressed the raw purety of this earth.
The streams of water sings the warm rumble and resonates the ancient chants.
The heart through the hand, who touched the bare of this earth, just explodes with the thunder and calmness of the beats.
The wild dew from an eye-
and succumbs to the greatness of this land.