My feet are light and effortless,
the spirit of the Mother
floats me across her land
like a feather
up steep craggy hills
over roots that reach for me
there is no better place for me than
time spent with the Mother.
And when I ask what I can do
to honour this land of ours
I hear her whisper in reply .....
honour me in your heart
Honour Me
breathe my air
and walk my soil
drink my waters
and with all your soul
Honour Me
By Nicole Aracki
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