The Mad Agriculture Journal
June 01, 2019
From the cathedral of soil I am drawn to the roots of plants.
Through cambium I rise, the sun beckons.
The winds move me, rivers in the sky.
I fall and gather, flake upon flake.
I am free, recreation by gravity, canyons bear my creativity.
I pour across land, bearing gifts, seldom resting along The Way.
I move from life to life, soil to sea and back again.
I am water.