This wisp of cloud
rising over the horizon
casts its silver haze
over these hills
that know my name
The uncurling ferns
wiggle their feathery leaves
like a flock of geese
preparing to take flight
into the big blue sky
that knows my name
The heather sings me a lullaby
I remember before memory
and the gorse lights up the sunshine inside me
This bird in my heart
has circled over these hills
since these hills first became
and I fill with every sunrise
and raindrop that touched
the apple tree in blossom
in the valley
and the love with which
the earth took back
its seed that knows my name
So beautiful and heartfelt. What a blessing to know these truths you speak of. Thank you for sharing and reminding us that we are known by our name by every being in all shape and form around us.