Oh dear Wild Land,
How much am I longing to meet you? How much am I craving to walk barefoot on your fertile soil, to nestle up in your embrace, to hug and kiss you?
Oh sweet Water of the stream,
How much am I yearning to enter into you, to let you caress my hair, to wet my skin and soothe my soul, to wed my tears with yours?
Oh fresh Air of the Forest,
How much am I missing to welcome you inside of me, to let you breathe me, to let me inhale the essence of all the plants and trees?
Oh dear Moon,
How much am I awaiting to meet you secretly at night, in the presence of the distant stars and nothing else, to whisper you poems, to let you enchant me and captivate me.
Oh dear Wild Land,
Can you hear my love songs? Can you see my longing?
Have you missed me at all? To you I am belonging.
Eleni Michail