Luna

Luna adjusted her hat under the dry sun. Red dirt stained her shoes, with flies that latched onto her skin. She loved to take herself out to the quietest part of the farm. The eucalyptus softly moved in the breeze. 

Silence, the land held a silence that Luna found hard to find. 

She knew herself most here.

She breathed with the land, its intake became hers, its breath out, her release. 

Luna closed her eyes and placed her hand on the ground. Thanking the earth, she focused her attention on her palm, imagining a stream of white light flowing out of her heart down her arm and into her palm. 

The light flowed into the earth, like the roots of a tree strands of light spread. One by one a flower sprung from the dirt, then another and another. Red, green and yellow flooded the earth. 

Luna opened her eyes, and smiled. 

It is just as she imagined.