Mother Earth You Give Me Strength

Oh my mother earth, how you give me strength... As I stand in your fields, your blades of wheat gently brush my hair, As your hills massage the aching from my bones, As I float along your rivers, you cleanse me ‘till I am pure and bare, As I wander alone, your canopies warm me like my home. As you lift me up onto mountain tops, I am awed by the view. I am most alive, when I know not the time or place I am in, with you.