Nature Holds

Nature holds me.
Never failing,
ever present.

She lets me
leave my rage
at her land
a scream into the void,
she echoes back.

She beckons me
to leave my grief
at her rivers’ banks.
Holds my tears
and carries them away.

She asks me
to give my prayers
to her forests.
Her trees hear my wishes,
my hopes, my dreams.

You ask,
Does she speak to you?

Why, yes.
She says,
I see you
I love you
You are exactly
where you are meant to be.