You made yourself from the earth, the meadows, the ground below us, holding this planet steady. I made myself from the lightning and rain, hovering above your quiet grounds until I'm called, when your solid lands are thirsty, and ready. Meanwhile, the earth spins on. Meanwhile, the wind grows strength in shedding truths and whispers of silent knowing. Just as soil feeds the world, and water feeds the soil, we were not made to exist in this world without another's voice on the line, or strong hand in the dark. We are here to support one another, by growing separately, yet still always together. To light each other's spark.