have you ever looked out on the land and known that it was your flesh? rich soil, or desert sand...your skin... mountains and valleys, your features curves... The power in the land runs thorugh me like blood in my veins My children take their life from me and clothe me in verdant brilliance more splendid than the finest cloth Grounded in me, they reach to the sky Trees speak through their growing birds fill the air with their chatter man sings my songs My father, shines his warmth upon me brothers and sisters, with me dance thus has it been, always, for me... All the time of your rememberings is to me what just a day would be in one of your lives... and as i watch this day you shine, so brightly with your ferocious and beautiful gifts... your roads cross me, like chains cement suffocates my skin and yet... I know this will pass... (as i know i could remove them with but a shrug) your creations have forever changed me and yet... I have always been changing for as all things, I must move grow change lest I die into cold... Remember me when your children dance across my skin or you smell the scent of a morning rain Remember when you take from me to build your cities that you could not be here if I had not been You are as much of me as the trees on a mountain or the spider on a web You came from me, and to me you shall return... be rooted in me, my children and reach to the sky, and beyond... but always... Remember.

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"I wrote this while driving through New Mexico, up near Santa Fe. Some thoughts seem close to the surface in specific areas, like the world is willing to speak for there are those who will listen. "