Press your face to the earth,
Dig with bared hands, claw the soil,
Let dirt stain your fingers,
Let hard earth bruise tender flesh.
Sing to the spirits of wild places,
Share with them your breath,
Learn their songs,
Sing them back.
Sing to the city,
Hear it’s mighty cacophony,
Hear the sighs in brief silences,
Dance to it’s beats.
(I am fully aware that my poetry is awful, shut up, no one is forcing you to read this it)