Earth

She is my earth and I will be buried in her
Soft touch and damp soil, the smell of growth
winding vines, arching trees and speckled flower
Vitality is her and the air amidst her forest sings with life

I am a stranger here but I may yet find my way
Amongst these mountains and these mines
The secret places of the world hidden from day
The stones, their might and prowess holds many jewels

And yet I fear to break these stones of old
To uproot the trees and and bring these forests flame
Yet fire has proved to be the mountains mould
So shall I take the risk and bare the blame

I will revel in this land I call my home
My lover and my friend of old and new
This lady of the ground, not mine alone
But she is my earth and I will be buried here.