Earthlings II

Upon your lap, my Mother Earth, 

I listen to the river's song,

of renewal and rebirth,

that calls me home where I belong.

Like a tree, my roots go down,

deeply where there is no sound,

only earthworms burrowing,

through hallowed ground.

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Like a tree, when harsh winds blow,

 that assault me, then grow still,

the  fickle weather helps me grow,

changing me, as weather will.

Like a tree, my center lies

  where human folly is forsaken.

Your heartbeat says:

Endure. Just wait,

These earthlings one day

will awaken.

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