protecting our home is
the highest calling, the most sacred
for without Her, we have nothing,
there is no life, no flowers blooming alongside
running rivers, no birds calling out to one another
at dawn.
the currents of human suffering will continue to flow
and our tears may drench our cheeks but
at least we must protect our home,
Her skies, canyons, and streambeds,
her majesty, her truth, spinning between
sunset to sunrise,
our bodies will come to be born
and then to die in a few hearbeats but
She must live on
adorned with garlands of flowers,
in her magnificence
we must bow in
awe.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment