This land that I call home.
My heart beats in time with the vibrations beneath this specific patch of earth.
It is a part of me
And I, it, like the roots of a tree.
We are intertwined, as necessary to each other as sun to the leaves.
I am built from its soil.
At night its breath sings me to sleep.
And I know that while I may roam to far off mountains,
and drink in the lakes journeys away,
this is where I belong.
This is where my spirit dances.