As a little girl I went barefoot I could hear the earth whisper Telling billion year old secrets Dirt caked between my toes, under my fingernails etched into my life line
I knelt by ant hills To watch queens rule I mourned every crumpled bee My legs were cut and scabbed from climbing barefoot I sang to the seedlings As if my breath was life
But now I can’t feel Her Through the cracked dry ground I could bury my feet and still yearn I can’t hear Her anymore
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My prayers fall on deaf ears Tears onto shriveled leaves She’s silent Stay here, stay here! But she’s gone and I can’t hear Her anymore
