A Poem From the Earth
If the Earth Could Speak of Her Gratitude for Us Who Belong to the Interdependent Covenant
In a world of my innumerable heartbreaks, there you are.
At a time when humans worship net worth not self worth, there you are.
When busy feet trample my tiny, unnoticed joys and sirens muffle my songbirds,
…there you are.
A bird of paradise with a deep, sweet well that draws winged beings near.
A blade of grass whose stubborn thrust widens concrete cracks.
A sunflower, ever facing our first god. Absorbing, transforming light into life.
A vine of ivy, slowly swallowing what man made.
A dandelion, wings spread on chaos’ breath.
Your nectar is encouragement.
Your roots are my roots.
Your pollen is creativity.
Your tendrils are yearning for what I do too.
Your seeds are change.
Only together can we heal.