I heard the earth speak this morning,
As I gently poured water on her bosom at day’s dawning.
Her whispers carried on the breeze,
Echoes of ancient wisdom, flowing through the trees.

Pachamama, mother of all,
Her heartbeat resonates, a primal call.
In each drop of rain and every grain of sand,
Her spirit dances, vibrant and grand.

With reverence, I touch her soil,
Feeling her presence, a sacred coil.
For we are intertwined, her and I,
Underneath the vast and infinite sky.

As I listen to her soft, rhythmic song,
I know that to her, I forever belong.
In harmony with nature’s gentle flow,
Pachamama’s love, a boundless glow.

A Poem by Siân Williams
@satnamtherapy
Images: Author & Unsplash Ed Tip