She holds the world

She grabs the earth with her hands, buries the root of a small plant,
wipes the sweat from her forehead with her arm. She smiles, her face is
covered in mud; her smile, in blessings. She stands up; her back is
strong, her waist slim and limbered. She turns around and everything
in the field seems to follow her movement. She walks slowly through
the weeds, her hair is an answer to the air's request for
companionship, the ground wishes she would stay still to feel her
small feet over the grass, but she doesn't. She dances without even
noticing. She's getting closer to dreaming, the wind plays the tune of
her heart. No sorrow hides the horizon, no pain finds a way through
her sigh, she's looking beyond time and distance, she's holding the
world in her hands.