I am the earth and the earth is me,

Cloaked in the sky and the shimmering sea;

My dress is of hedgerows and old, old stone

My feet wrapped in roots winding deep through the loam

My breath is the storm and the warm summer breeze

My blood is the ocean and river and stream,

My heart is the fire that sparks with new growth

My pulse thrums the earth, as above so below.