The Grounding

The world speaks back in words that know our names,
Each tree and stone and season has its song.
We find ourselves reflected in these claims.

Through metaphor, the everyday proclaims
Its hidden truth—we've known it all along.
The world speaks back in words that know our names.

Your heartbreak echoes in the winter rains,
Your joy resounds when birds sing morning strong.
We find ourselves reflected in these claims.

I see my story written in the flames
Of autumn leaves, in frost that won't last long.
The world speaks back in words that know our names.

The ocean holds our secrets and our shames,
The mountains witness what we get wrong.
We find ourselves reflected in these claims.