I have lips but I hold no face
I wish to sing but I have no tongue
I wish to tell the Earth I love her but the
Words remain trapped
I get flung across ponds and lakes
I get carried by the wind and the rain
I feel no pain.
I feel nothing except the want to be more.
I trave down around the world
Until my lips touch plants
I kiss the soil, my earthly lover.
This dirt carresses my rocky exterior
It softens me in this darkness.
I know I’m where I’m meant to be.
My lips hold nature closer than they
Ever have before.
I’m at the base of life
Whilst I myself hold none.
I am black, bathing in brown
held together by all that is red.
I have found where I am
Meant to be.