
I.
Winding around me
She tears down mighty mountains
Grain by grain. I breathe.
II.
Deep inside her cold
Embrace we ebb and rise up
Rest is found at sea.
III.
Heat and light are born
From her destruction and change.
With fire comes our dawn.
IV.
Mother. Maker. Home.
Dirt, land and stone that built us.
Old bones live within.



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