She speaks slowly

"She speaks slowly with a voice like moss, soft, deep and damp.
If you're not listening carefully you might just miss it, rising out from the earth
like vapour, gently tugging at your ankles. 
REST she says.  DEEPER.  Rest as deep as I am.  You are moving too fast.  Become soil, become the slow-growing tree.  Send your roots deep into the rich darkness where they can truly be nourished.
Winter is sanctuary and you are weary.  Come drink of my stillness and dream in the dark earth."
                                                                                         
                                                                                                              Emily Pearce