Balance Her backbone is he Her breath is she Her life is we She offers us her hair to braid and burn Sometimes her lessons and voice churn In our bellies and in the sea In the rumblings beneath our feet Her storms hold stories we are wise to hear Her love is just, righteous and near She is our first mother And the last to cradle our head She sings our journey songs And puts us all to bed Her favourite child has always been you and me “You are my drum and my heart beats free” Grief and love finely balanced on her knee Her favourite child has always been you and me And we breathe the giants in
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