the matriarch of existence

Mother Earth birthed us all

so that

With our bones

stand the trees

With our blood

flows the rivers

And with the wind

pipes our breath.

Each one of us,

a different land.

Standing together,

stirring alone...

Our melodies crafted

by the birds.

Our growth captivated

by seedlings.

And our very own lives

independent...

but ever so interdependent.

She nurtures us,

day in and day out.

Watches us

working in unsynchronized unison

for much of our own benefit...

but never percieves our instigations

to her own slow departure.

Our lives

her existence.

Interpreted individually

but enacted in harmony.

Intertwined and coexisting

but falling disconected.

We thrive on her presence,

but her abundance,

living on the shallows of our disregard,

is slowly decaying.

May we forever repay her gifts.