Grounded

My toes sink in red clay
bare feet against Earth
face upturned and
Heaven’s light shining
I let the current run
mind, body, soul, back
into the gentle Earth–
Four elements intertwining.
Don’t forget me please.
The balance must stay
We both have to connect
We both need each other
I ground myself and
promise to do my part,
to appreciate the beauty,
to mourn the loss of land.
Surrounded by an open field,
hawks looking at rabbits, cardinals
looking for worms, and I

looking up–grounded.