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The Earth One Day

I smell the earth as I’m buried underneath its roots

It moves, it breathes

gnawing slowly at my skin

 

A slight tingle, maybe an irritation

I scratch on it as a moss slowly grows from within

tiny mushroom sprouting here and there

 

The tree splits my stomach as it bends and stretch

Sweeping the wind with my arm

and my calloused fingers tingle to the warmth of water

 

Grasses are green no matter which side you are

I sneeze and flowers grow

I yawn and the dawn breaks into sweet music

 

The owls hoot and the crickets creep

as they play the violin

while the echo of everlasting beauty of the earth

engulfs me totally