Hold me snugly to the earth,
lift me sweetly to the sky,
root your gnarled fingers deep
into your mother's rich soil.
She suckles you from seedling
to massive cloudscraper.
Now reach, arch,
while gently pulsing breezes
caress your skin and mine.
Let us soak the sun together
in our time and hold me as a mother
to her breast.
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