I am a child of the Wildborn, Wild dirt on my feet and sunshine braided into my hair
Fast feet that take me to the edge of wonder and dance me to the understanding that we are more that this simple body and mind.
There is no one that can understand expect those that are Wildborn. We are strange, we are born between the moon and the stars, with the sun kissing our welcome. We were born with the rain and made to grow deep in the forest dark.
There is no fear in a Wildborn’s heart for fear does not exist because we are everything, nothing and all of creation bundled between the moss and ferns that caress our bodies as we lay in the wood…darkly sleeping with visions of that Wildborn world.
I can not say for sure but those that know the Wildborn heart are easy to spot for all the world reflects in the eyes of the Wildborn women and Wildborn men.