A Poem From the Earth

By Jennica Davis-Hockett

If the Earth Could Speak of Her Gratitude for Us Who Belong to the Interdependent Covenant

In a world of my innumerable heartbreaks, there you are. At a time when humans worship net worth not self worth, there you are. When busy feet trample my tiny, unnoticed joys and sirens muffle my songbirds, ...there you are.

A bird of paradise with a deep, sweet well that draws winged beings near. A blade of grass whose stubborn thrust widens concrete cracks. A sunflower, ever facing our first god. Absorbing, transforming light into life. A vine of ivy, slowly swallowing what man made. A dandelion, wings spread on chaos’ breath.

Your nectar is encouragement. Your roots are my roots. Your pollen is creativity. Your tendrils are yearning for what I do too. Your seeds are change. Only together can we heal.
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Gas Meter, courtesy Max Pivonka.
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Bee Flower, courtesy Lori Ragona.
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