Fog is a most mystical force.
People left the land as the land was difficult.
Working the field,
Putting your body into your food.
The energy transfer that keeps us each whole.
The harshness of the land
The force of its heat and the strength of its reality
Produces diamonds.
And rubies, and opals, and sapphires
And quartz. And emerald.
Even the pearl comes out from the grind.
Stay the course,
There is nothing more rewarding than looking at a sky
Filled with stars. Your life, your freedom.
donika emille 