I grew up in the woods and to there I will return. I am one with the trees and they are one with me. We care for each other in a mutual balance. I will clear out the fallen branches and dead brush and encourage the new growth. The trees will provide the shade and oxygen to keep me alive. I will plant anew and transplant the depleted. They will block out the noise and the eyes so I can be free.
I am of the earth. I care not of the grass on my ankles as my feet are in the dirt. I am planted. I will grow with the water and the food, the careful nurturing from the loved. I will grow from the earth.