The sullen soil we walk amongst,
Roots and shrubs and loam.
Mountaintops roll for eternity,
Grass blankets the tumultuous decay,
Oak merges with the black earth in the ground, Striving to touch the golden orb in the sky.
Feel earth between our toes,
Embrace soil that nourishes growth,
Respect the land that brings life,
Of Stone or Flesh, two parts the same.
A soft gust,
A gentle breeze,
A reminder of the intangible and unseen.
Hurricane force and coiling winds,
A reflection of a broken Earth screaming for release. Every breath we take a deeper connection,
Awakens within us,
Spurning and churning electrical impulses,
To keep us … machines … alive.
Torrential downpour through vein-like tributaries,
Fill the Earth’s cosmic cup,
Not one drop is ever wasted,
Not one drop is ever lost.
Transmuted to be,
Liquid, gas and steam.
Awaken and refresh,
Glistening reflections upon the pond,
Remind us of our heart’s yearning,
And emotional bond.
Tendril embers lick at wisps of oxygen,
Scuttling abound with pops and sparks.
Our ascendancy entwined with each flicker of flame,
Embracing the path we seek, igniting our eyes to see,
A truth far greater than one alone,
Yet alone each of us must go.
Wary that any misstep, and the fires consumed
Will be all we know.
Snuffed out, but never forgotten.