Were you born upon this planet?
Did you come through
a mother’s womb?
Did she cry the pangs of labor?
Did you arrive
late or too soon?
Did you receive your sustenance
eye to eye,
at your mother’s breast?
Were you rocked to sleep to a heart beat?
Did you receive
succor and rest?
This dear Earth, She is our Mother,
each soul its form.
She sings us lullabies on a breeze
us with a storm.
Mother Earth loves us, every one
and begs us
before it’s too late.
Open your eyes, your heart, your hands.
you will create.
You are your siblings’ keeper.
What’s done to the One
is done to the All.
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