Connecting Poem by Hanna Collins

The wind whipped through her hair,
As she sat in silence,
Listening to the sounds around her,
Connecting herself to the earth.

The wind became whispers,
Telling old truths and tales
She sat still and listened
Connecting herself to the earth.

Closing her eyes, she voiced her troubles,
Letting them join the whispering wind,
Her soul feeling free, she smiled,
Connected forever to the earth.