The tree dancing;
her branches sway with
the wind’s once gentle song.
Returning to the center;
I hear the earth’s mother.
She is reciting a cautious tale,
and hopeful resilience.
Her tears dripping with the winters
The damage of many
to heed; to listen to the mother’s ancient tale;
a story woven within our egocentric heart.
Our souls once depended on all of the living
to live and die
We must listen
to our mother.