Prompt 17/H14 -Quote

The land knows you, even when you are lost

It wraps around you, smooth tendrils of grass
Or sometimes the bracken underbrush
Forming a path to your destination
Conjoining with you inside this creation
Comfort when you are alone.

The land knows you, it tells you its secrets
Wrapped up in a dock leaf or under a pillbug
Should you want for anything the land provides
Even when you are lost inside

The land knows you bear no ill will
It feels your respect whenever you kill
The rabbits come at your call, always enough
Even when all is lost.

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