The earth is calling me.
I run with the wind,
Race with the bees,
Call with the wolves.
The trees are calling me.
I sit on the branches
Eating their fruit
Hidden forever in their leaves
The sky is calling me.
I lay on the grass
Night and day
Watching the clouds float on lazily by
The moon is calling me.
I walk outside,
Lay upon the moon soaked grass,
And gaze for hours
The stars are calling me,
They shine through the ones I love
As much as they do in the sky
The birds are calling me.
Luring me out with their sweet songs
I sit upon the dew soaked grass
Gazing about in wonder
The winds are calling me.
Beckoning,
Pushing me along with his cool feathers of wind
The sun is calling me,
Waking me up on the
mornings brow
Embracing me in its tight, warm, rays of
light.
-Endora of Mind