The Bard's Path 
I am One
By Liath Torc
I have been a gentle spring, dripping from the green moss covered stones of a mountain forest...
I have been a single drop of sweat, trickling down the breast of a satiated lover...
I have been the warm, sweet taste of mother's milk upon a newborn infant's tongue...
For I have been water and I am one with the Sea. I have been the dark loam of the woods, moved about by the hooves of the black bristled boar, in his search for acorns...
I have been beneath the oaks, as the hard packed, leaf littered floor of an ancient grove of Druids...
I have also been a handful of crumbling red clay, tossed into the grave of a loved one...
For I have been earth and I am one with the Land. I have been the first cry of the babe and the last gasp of the sage...
I have been the shouts of victory from a tribe upon a hilltop, after defending their homeland from an enemy...
I have been a cool, fresh breeze on a starry summer night, after a long awaited rain...
For I have also been air and I am one with the Sky.
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