I need the Earth, its dirtiness, its humidity, its roughness, its force.
I need the Earth because without it I would simply fly away in thoughts that have no meaning and in plans that have no roots.
I need the Earth, for its welcoming feeling that never fails; its majesty that reminds me of where I am, who I am.
I need the Earth, its muskiness, its freshness, its spiciness, its alchemy that resonates deep down in my very matter.
I need the Earth to remind me of the magic that spins me alive, the joy that pulses in my veins, the light that shines in the darkness of my soul.
I need the Earth, for I am the Earth: denying her would be denying my very me.