What is my mother tongue
Somewhere mercy is underneath

What is my mother tongue
I know it has something to do with my own mother

What is my mother tongue
I've yet to know it but I know
It has something to do with 
The moss that grows on trees

What is my mother tongue
It's alive and generous 
And also burdened and lost

What is my mother tongue
Somewhere poetry exists 

What is my mother tongue
Moist with lush green forests
And arid rainforests

What is my mother tongue
I'm still trying to figure it out. 



*I've been bone dry for words lately
These came out after a short walk in the forest 
Not even sure what it means and that's okay.

~Nikki, The Soul Reporter