The presence of the tree,
of the desert and the brook,
of the ocean and the sea,
is how Nature takes shape
in me.
I touch my seaweed hair
and feel the depths of canyons
in my curves.
The mountains are my peaks
and the forest floor my feet.
When did it happen?
This becoming one
with everything,
and like a lover,
Nature reflecting myself
back to me.
Text Edveeje Fairchild
photography Zito Colaço