Earth Song

Hush, hush,

Let yourself curl

in and in along the folding currents

of yourself,

in that weightless place

from whence you came,

in the inner infinite,

until you hear

a murmuring of waves

This is the song

the earth sings to herself,

in the depths of her continental shelves,

in the swinging of her tides

and the slow shifting at the molten edges

of her plates

Trees reprise it to their sleeping seeds,

in reaching roots, in weathered memories;

Winds take up its refrain 
as warm air slides up sensually 

along the sinking bank of cool;

Rills whisper it to rivulets

which join in choruses of creeks

which fall to streams

which roar in rivers —

ever-present hum of life

reminding us

where we come from

and where we gratefully, unerringly 

return.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 1, 2013