GARDEN FREESTYLE #1

I am the stone that the sculptor reused

I am a portal for the voiceless.

I am an Earth-bound and future-forward griot and muse.

I am seed, I am sky.

I am blood in the soil and though I may toil,

I am the twinkle in my ancestors’ eye.

From Earth I came and until I return,

I will sing to Our Mother.

I will dance to Her music.

And with passion as powerful as a controlled burn,

I GROW 🌱