In ages past, she could care for herself.
She knew every rock and every tree and every stream.
She was the heart of the world, and all the land obeyed her.
But that was the past.
She is in me now, and I help her read the signs.
When the animals flee, I am the tree that shelters them.
When the trees choke the land, I am the fire that cleanses them.
When the fire burns free, I am the rain that quenches it.
And when dark things come, I am the knife