Echoes of the Earth She dreams of lands untouched by time. Where mountains rise like silent guardians, And the winds carry whispers of her ancestors. A place where the earth hums with life, untouched. She feels the weight of this world. It's noise and chaos, heavy on her heart. But in the quiet, a longing stirs. To let go, to be free, to return to where she belongs. Back to the soil, to the sacred ground, Where the rivers know her name, Where the stars speak softly, And her spirit is cradled by the hands of those before her. In the dance of the firelight, She sees their faces, their wisdom, And in her soul, a quiet call— To leave behind the present and vanish into the past. 🎨 Serin Alar