Mama stands grounded.
She grinds her bare feet in the grass
and wiggles her toes in the dirt, filthy and happy.
She stands proud at the base of a Birch
and girds her loins with love to wrap around the tree.
I wanna ground like Mama.
Bold and brave and unbothered by lookers on.
My heart beats as fiercely as hers,
but the trees get to feel hers,
and breathe with her.
I wanna do that,
breathe with the trees.
I wanna ground, and move, and love like Mama,
Speechless in her resolve to love the Earth the way it should be.