She is of the roots

She plays in the plants

And the stones speak to her

She watches the mothers

And the sisters

Living breathing water crystals

They form like tears

In moments of terror and rage

She slips in at that precise time

Catching holding

Reshaping and setting free

All the lives arise from her

They covet her open secrets

They attempt to manage her 

she will always be wild

swirling within

Waves of an ancestral sea

Watching from under you

Watching from over you

Expanding and contracting

Inside you