“You may trod me in the very dirt.
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.”
Where We Roam
Here the wind and the mountains reign king,
though the hares are abundant and the birds how they sing.
Like an army of ants with our food on our backs,
We humans traverse land from which nothing lacks.
We, The Mountain Runners
Don't think, just move, your feet will find a way.
The less you stop and hesitate the drier your feet stay.
For your body is much smarter, than your brain will ever be,
The instincts that you hold within will allow you to run free.
Simplicity
To find the awe within your mind and explore the ways it works,
Or absorb the colours that surround you and the wildlife that lurks,
These bring about belongings which will never break or fade,
For every time you are truly here, lasting memories are made.
Here’s to the Girls
To the girls told to sit down and be quiet.
To be seen and not heard.
To behave more ‘ladylike’.
To dress more ‘ladylike’.
To eat more ‘ladylike’.
To BE more ‘ladylike’.
You are perfect as you are.
It’s the world that needs changing.
Golden Silence
Silence use to scare me.
No, silence use to petrify me.
I couldn't sleep without music, dreaded gaps in conversation, and would do
everything in my power to fill my world with white noise.