Her joints are the dark brown of knots in wood

Body like a tree, stiff

Yet rolling and soft, like how the guardians look together as they blanket land

Eyes hypnotizing, sun and moon

And her smile curves like the beach of sand

Empty skin, so dotted with lakes

Dips and dives and moles that rise

Legs ribbed with cellulose

But what does she care

Those fossils buried beneath loamy ground

Are just remnants of a time gone by

She is the earth, solid, strong

The inescapable, ever present

One in the mirror