You need shade — perhaps reassurance — yes, maybe you're tired today — she'll share.
The more she gives, the more she receives.
And then she's soft, feminine, like a wide river. Like nature statuesque, big, sheltering. And then she's childishly laughing, with a spill of a half-curved cheek. Which she gently rests in her warm palm.
Like the blue waters of a river deep. Round. Yes, royal. Afraid to approach, but she is inviting again. Like soft power. Free, tall, feeling most, farthest. In sensual connection with time.
Sometimes she hesitates, shuts down. Fails. The locks on her outside are restraining, girdling, but also supportive. She chooses which ones she wears today. And the movements of choice are hers: down or up for her own sake. For her own sake, but for everyone. Out of love for the feminine. The earth nourishes her generously, she changes and again generously bestows all those who come to her. If you put your palm on it, you will hear how its power grows into the howling pulse. Her life is wrapped around you with elastic roots. You can't be without it, it's impossible. The living breathes in it and comes to you, clinging to the real, animal and native in you.