Oh, how easily we forget That we are of this Earth. We share the seas and skies, Yet abandoned them at birth. We run ourselves worn and weary Moving at the speed of light. But even with all of its duties, The Sun still rests at night. Can you hear Mother singing softly, As the seasons come and go? You must have been too busy With your burdens and worries in tow. Yes, of course, we see There is harvest time - true. But months must pass For abundance to grow anew. All creatures dance in rhythm To the song that Mother sings. They match her quickened tempo And the easing pace her song brings. Her music surrounds us daily, Though falling upon deaf ears. We have drifted from her melody Over these passing years. Havoc reached far and wide Across all the lands. It brought tears and misery Into our very hands. The chaos made us tremble Like how weeping willows sway. It showed us pain and trouble Turning white clouds into gray. Oh, how some hearts withered, Some were filled with fright. But the earth still strikes with glory With its bountiful delights. Once the storm receded, Many beautiful lives were lost. Other souls ailed and floundered, The ultimate fatal cost. Hear me, my brothers and sisters, Children of Mother Earth. Healing lies in artful expression, A reminder of our worth. Let us grow our gifts To the beat of Mother’s song. Our imaginations will guide us Back to where we belong. Touch the rich soil. Feel the gentle breeze. Allow your earthly essence Put your mending heart at ease. We are children of the earth, A reminder for us all. Patience is essential For us to heed her call. Care for yourself and others, For a flower you are just one. Without your brothers and sisters A flowerfield there’d be none.