10 Minute Prompt: Treating the World Like an Object (write-a-thon edition)

My footfalls, bare, tender, tanned
sink into sand, or thud on sun heated boulders
Everywhere I step is a road
Simply for having stepped
My footfalls take me over gravel, over grass
The earth is my road
She lies ahead of my feet
No matter where I turn
She places herself before me
No matter where I look
She reinvents herself for my travels
She begs me to take the next step
As if her existence relies
On each footfall.