Morning Hill
I stand on a hill
High above the landscape
I breath the air.
Wind is blowing through my hair
around my ears
through my clothes.
Wind blows here through the leaves of that tree
and through the grass at my feet
driving waves of pleasure through it
I breath the air
what a wonderous sight !
I stand firm on the ground
Different smells
are coming to me
the scent of wild nature
blossoming flowers
the smell of wet grass
still glistening from the morning dew
the scent of fresh earth
coming up from the fields
saturated by water thazt was raining through the night
the cry of a buzzard
the rustling of the leaves
the gentle rush through the grass
I stand firm on that ground
the world is bemeath me
I touch the Earth
nothing camn shake me
with the Earth on my feww I am strong
my roots are going deep into this hill
I greet the morning sun
arising red from the mist
Mother Natre, here I am
mist of the morning
quivering with wetness
wuthering through the wet air
This World belongs to me
I am a Child of Nature
a wild child no-one can tame
I feel free and wild
full of strength
I stand above this waking world
I stand firm
unbelievable strength
wth Mother Earth baking me up
your touch surrounds me
whispering greeting
we are one
The sun is painting
this world in a new light
light of the morning
everything wakes up..
This Earth
This One
.
(7.8.2005, 4.25 morning.)