she is a river of currents, twisting over sharp rocks and mossy beds, lush; the heartbeat of the mountain risen within her mouth and filling her throat with sunlight. tumbling over white-washed canyon walls, kissing the cedar trees that trail their branches over her.
she is a well of stars, spreading far and wide for the eyes of the land below; every oak with their roots sunken deep are touched with heavenlight, just as the snowy peaks are.
she is an ocean of sweetgrass, generously sprinkled with sunflowers that grow with the most dedicated of touches and attention; they dance in the wind in the hopes of catching the eye of the wolf.
she is radiance and god rays and the walls that were built to love from.