Where do I come from?
I come from green grass and big bluestem, mountain streams and old log cabins, winding rivers, and geese that fly south and return again year after year.
I come from creatures who breathe and swim and dance and sleep and howl in the midst of old evergreens and oak savannas and rocky ledges.
I come from anxiety and peace; turbulent cascades and smooth waters; gusty winds and the eye of the storm.
I come from all that is myth and magic, wild and wandering, rooted and real.
I come from across the vast waters and the open plains.
I come from quiet walks, hand in hand; solitude and communion; praise and lamentation.
I come from joy, sorrow and appreciation for all that is.
Where do you come from?