Spins and Spins

I went into the woods alone. I didn't say a word. 

Oh this magnificent earth! - how she lies down for us as hill, river, leaf, and valley. How she holds the roots of these old wise trees. How she turns and turns from sun to stars to sun to moon. And how she is smooth, watery, curvy, gritty, crumbling, and cycling. How she turns and turns, her wheels of weather, of prey and predator, of birth and death. Watch as she spins and spins, juggling, while we humans poke and prod her body, as if she were dead already and beneath a sheet awaiting autopsy.