i long to lay on the earth as its warmed by the sun
if i encase myself in its homey dust,
will I too bring forth something new?
to be planted
to have roots
to not be a wanderer on the earth
i want the feel of soil between my toes
the fine dark particles that is all life beneath my white fingernails
i want the smell of soil ready for planting
all around me like a mothers presence
does Spring come without effort?
does it struggle to break through Winter's cold?
will I grow to know all the sweet kisses of Spring?
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