Why can’t she touch the earth..

Does her curiosity for her natural setting somehow disturb you…

Her reconnection with who she is… Some how disrupts your unnatural order…

Or are you afraid the face of your your illusion may crumble…

She may root herself in the earth and blossom into something of substance: flower into a absorber of the light… Pollinating the world with her truths: 

Photosynthesis..

leaving you to rot in your illusion… Devoid of sun light..

I see her and love her for the pureness of her curiosity… For the openess of her purpose..

It is refreshing…

Immediately she seeks to know where she has come from.. Not why.. 

She knows the earth is a place of refuge…

A warm bosom meant to be explored.. Meant to provide nurture… A nurture meant to be reciprocated…

Let her plant her roots where she sees fit.. Let her blossom beautify the world and earth alike…

Witness her beauty and gain understanding…

Beauty for beauty’s sake… Or take it a level deeper… Go beneath the surface and pay homage to that which the roots connect… And understand why wisdom takes root where and when it chooses…

Be free child… Be love child… Grow child… And express…

Honest… Pure… Uninhibited… Expression…