I am from mountains
Rolling, gentle giants
Mother Earth's hips and curves
The beautiful body of Gaia
Sweet Mother EarthI am from grassy dirt
Between trees and under grass
My toes curling over the soft groundI am from forests
Shaded by the redwood giants
I smell soft pines and warm Earth
I am from where fairies dance
Visible only to those who believeI am from night
Owl's wings flapping as I run up
To catch a glimpse of beautiful mystery
I am from stars
Shimmering veil across the sky
Spirits and stories sprawled out in constellationsI am from moonlight
Gleaming rays of silver
Sweet smile of the goddess
Looking at the universe with joyI am from Snow
Gentle floating down
Landing in my hair
Right in front of my face
On the tip of my nose
Each snowflake different from the nextI am from wind
Graceful whistling
Blowing, gusting through trees
Blowing leaves up into the air
Into a spiral dance of green, brown and orangeI am from fire
Warm energy
Blazing with passion
Free of restraints
Giving lifeI am from the circle
No beginning
No end
Continuous
Going on forever
In the circle of Mother Earth
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Where I'm From
PoetryA simple yet heartwarming poem I wrote about where my soul is really from.