It is, the fire lit within my gut.
It is the soul of my hand, that works the earth and narrates the land.
It is my feet, that settle the ground, and clearly breathes out, each seductive sound.
It is all the words that lay in the leaves, and are wrapped in bark, that flutter and spear, as they twirl to their mark.
It is, the planet that speaks the language, that fills our mind of all the creations, that we, shall eventually find.
That, is what it is.