trust,

trust the ground,
she is not the one who hurt you

trust the ground, she has your feet solid…
her support never fails you who
kiss the earth where you walk,
by the hour you venture forth
and thank her
for all those miles she carried you…

trust the ground, fertile
burnt
old or fresh

trust the ground, soil,
the abundant
still, steady she grows,
usually wild,
sometimes kept together
rarely shaking
almost never…
only ever when pushed by

the laws of man or time

trust she always means well
trust she sacrifices her body

for aeons over and over
still counting
trust the ground will pgive you all you need

if you decipher her language,

you’ll be bountiful

trust the ground as you trust your soul
as you trust the trees whispering her message
and the fruits you devour as a result
trust you can receive because you can give,
and you do,
and you will,
and then love her back,
the way you were meant,
the way she was created,
the way of true life

in return,
you won’t have to worry
about a single little thing.

in return, you’re alive.