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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