there’s something magical that happens when you walk on her lands.

she is familiar.

she moves intentional and purposeful. her earth smells remind me of a home from a distant memory. or maybe a dream.

she is the brightest, deepest green like I’ve never seen green before

like it makes me want to cry how green she is. and red, and blue, and yellow and pink. like she is every color in the universe. like she is magic.

she is sweet, so sweet like i’ve never tasted sweet before

like it satisfies a sweet tooth in my soul. like she is every sweet kind word or touch or smile my spirit has known

she feels like ancestor. like she has a story especially made for my ears to hear. she tells that story like she knows it will set me free.

like she wants me to be free

like she wants to be free.