Greens, browns, soaked by
the rain.
Silent life is given to
Earth again through
gentle tears from the sky.
Blue, pink, brightened by
the rays.
The singing melody of nature resumes
and welcomes the buds to
join in.
Reds, turquoises, the fairies of our
air are back.
Broken from their cocoons, starting
anew, wearing the
colors of life.
Damp, squishy, the ground soaks
in new life.
Moistened by the tears of
life, showing us that
there is still hope.
Thawing, unfrozen, we are
awoken from our slumber.
Dazed and blinking, we emerge
restored, new, and astounded
by the beauty around us.
Fresh, new, our amazement
continues through the ages.
We respect, are kind, and
loving towards our Earth as we
care for it.
Tortured, ruined, our ancestors
damaged our Earth.
It will never be
the same, always engraved in
her history.
Nurture, caring, we strive to
end the cruelty.
We can never fully recover from the
brutality caused havoc here, but we can
help to repair and to help her
move forward.
Forgiving, kind, our Earth will
never let us down.
Her kindness wants us to be
here, to live, to thrive, to love.
Shouldn't we give that all back to her?