The Earth

She is the single most easy thing to connect to

Just empty your mind and listen

She is there waiting for each and every one to just come back to her and see her

They’re all so interested in Loki, or Thor, or Hades, or whomever the find hot

When she’s right there waiting to talk to you and she requires the only offering of time

Could you sit with her woes and her loss and her fears for a moment

Extinction, mass logging, hunger; she cannot provide enough for her children when her teenagers are ruining her.

She always says she’ll get better and she will, but she will be alone without all this life she created, alone

Alone in space with the moon hanging by shining a nightlight on no one

Isn’t that sad to you?

Don’t you think that’s sad?

She’s right there willing to love you because she made you, and most just ignore her

They connect to something else

They connect to something else when we have the unique ability to see her

To see everything

But they choose one thing

And that one thing is seldom

The Mother Earth

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