Bright As The Sun; Dark As The Moon

My hair is made from vines and my heart burns with the sun,

While the roots beneath my feet, remind me where I’m from.

The ocean is in my blood and stones make up my bones

Beneath the forest canopy is where I consider home.

For we are her, and she is you..

and our souls have never known something more true.jules-1

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