The Journey to Your Core
When you lie down on the crisp fresh grass,
let the Earth make you hers.
Your heart extends its roots through you,
firmly into the soil.
Once gripped tight, you are connected.
Connected- not superficially, but deeper than the roots of any aged tree.
Penetrating the crust, into the heavy rocks.
Making their way out, from in between them
And breaking them if in the way.
Further below, till they find the core.
And while you are still looking at the eagles,
Soaring sky high.
Your roots touch the Heat you were born from,
In the Core of the Earth.
let the Earth make you hers.
Your heart extends its roots through you,
firmly into the soil.
Once gripped tight, you are connected.
Connected- not superficially, but deeper than the roots of any aged tree.
Penetrating the crust, into the heavy rocks.
Making their way out, from in between them
And breaking them if in the way.
Further below, till they find the core.
And while you are still looking at the eagles,
Soaring sky high.
Your roots touch the Heat you were born from,
In the Core of the Earth.
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