She took off her shoes

and walked along the path,

over hill and dale,

mountains and valleys,

deserts and beaches--

feeling the ground beneath her feet,

impervious to heat or cold, 

soft or hard terrain--

it mattered not,

her feet traversed the country and the city,

sleepy town or wild metropolis--

it was all the same to her.

She held in her hands 

a precious gift--

seeds, seeds of life-- 

flowers and fruits and vegetables and trees and shrubs--

of all sorts and varieties, everywhere she scattered them, out of her fingers sifted the seeds, 

into dry earth, wet earth, 

to the wind she threw them,

and the wind heard, 

and the rain sang, 

and a chant rang out

across the lands--

new life,

new earth,

growth--

we start anew,

and this time--

better,

this time sweeter,

this time gentler,

this time.....