This Green World

The trumpet vine smiles up at me,
the wild grass reaching for my extended arms,
both begging me for a hug,
my palms turn to face the kaleidoscope sky.

My breath synchronizes with every other living being
and as one together 
we hold hands with the flowers,

my fingertips like Jupiter's 79 moons,
orbiting my body while I begin to spin.

I find stillness again and 
golden sunlight dances on my thighs.
Hold me, Mother Earth,
for only in your emerald arms,
I feel safe.

There are no secrets here, 
the ribbons have been unraveled, 
and I have tasted a new flavor of life
for the first time.