stand in your truth

baby, im Earth
got roots just itching to dig in
deep to the center, to the fire
right up next to the flowin river

i've tried blowin in the wind
but it keeps changing directions
and i'm scared....scared to glide the hours
scared to just wait n see....the clock is ticking

i'm dreaming of dark soil
where i can grow tall
shed my leaves
bask in the sun
be washed by the rain
be shelter from the storm
a bridge to the other side of somewhere

and those i love will gather
beneath my canopy
eat of my fruit
dream........freely n unhurried

i can't deny what i am

i seek the comfort and the strength
of spending a hundred years with the seasons
change....with the landscapes change, a witness

i am

and i long now to penetrate
to land and take root
to be tended n nurtured n loved

this is my heart speaking........

this is my truth