She opens in blossom the bosom of her being. In slow euphoric bloom. I am lost in verdant valleys, a pilgrim pleasured. On her plains I scale the heights of ample mountains, forage deep in forests delighting in her magic, bathing in her streams, baptized and reborn wantonly, for she is earth and goddess faithful. I explore her, whisper mantras to her vegetable, and as she arcs towards the heavens, I offer her my soul and prayer