selfesteampunk

Feel my soil between your toes My air beneath your wings Feel the warmth of my sun The silver light of my moon The whisper of my breezes, rustling in the leaves My trees speak of strength and imagination Feel my waters flowing Their crushing depths a sight to behold My rain brings life My snow a chill to your spine I bring your children to life I give them a place to rest when they die

Feel my soil between your toes My air beneath your wings Feel the warmth of my sun The silver light of my moon The whisper of my breezes, rustling in the leaves My trees speak of strength and imagination Feel my waters flowing Their crushing depths a sight to behold My rain brings life My snow a chill to your spine I bring your children to life I give them a place to rest when they die