Poem: Full
The mountain fills my chest, and over the horizon, my mind.
The garden fills my belly, and under the roots, my soul.
The sky fills my eyes, and below the sun, my skin.
In this place. Fulfilled.
The mountain fills my chest, and over the horizon, my mind.
The garden fills my belly, and under the roots, my soul.
The sky fills my eyes, and below the sun, my skin.
In this place. Fulfilled.