You will inherit the dirt. And you will inherit the trees. And you will inherit the tomatoes and lettuce and raspberries.
Because the earth is your inheritance. For the breaking. For the lonely nights. For your heart that feels too soft, too big, too buried.
The earth is your inheritance, and all it contains. The wind, the whispers, the warmth. Everything that pulses and prods and pulls you apart or puts you back together. All of it is yours.
All of it is yours.