As a National Poetry Month bonus, I get to share another one of Jill's poems.
The Earth Thanks Me
by Jill Dumser
My shoes are dirty.
I stand on the Earth while the trees beacon me upward.
Should I look?
I raise my head, following the trees,
drop to my knees,
and bend towards the sky.
Weaving and waving,
Singing and dancing,
the Earth thanks me, for being me.