A man who dances to the beat of a different drum. His drum is the planet....and he beats this drum with his fists....not in anger but in celebration. Summoning all the forest dwellers.....the furred and the feathered...his kin. Turning himself into an owl he soars or a lowly scum turtle scrubbing under the leaves for a worm. His fist still beating Earth Mother, rekindling her core with the happiness of fire and burning. Then....transforming into Wind....he is gone.
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