Soft, the sky I touch the Earth It touches back Follow down, the Writer's path Reaching, into A spot So tender, familiar Recall, remembered Her ground generous Providing limitless And so; The weight Is spun, Directionally Impulsing Spread, Under my Wings; Passing by The life, I chose to Leave And so... To me, so softer I try And return What's been given So unselfishly Teaching me A passage of Speech, and reaching Each eardrum Oh, the spot So tenderly
