I Am The Earth
I see my own horizons with my own tired eyes. The fog is lifting from my vision. An internal clock, set for me before time began, is ticking in my brain. I have waters that flow and waters that stay. Swim with me through the wicked jungles; float with me on my subtle currents. Let me carry you to far reaching lands and caress your body with my gentle hands. Lie on my shores and rest. Raise yourself a chair in the temple of the sand. My trees wait to shade you from the sweat of the sun. Relax in the warm breeze and drink from my fruit. You’ll find an ease of familiarity in the air. My birds will sway in the wind and haunt you with their song. Dig your toes into my white beaches and let down your hair. You will suffer no issue while I am here. Your body will lack for nothing. The sweet water that I give to you is yours to keep. Nourish yourself well and hydrate your soul. I take interest in your well being and want for your safety. I give you leave to use my resources. They are there for your having. I grant you fresh air and soft summer breezes. All that I own is yours to have.
Now lose the distractions that follow you in your life.
My land and sea and skies are the Rosetta stone for this world. I am the translation. Read me in every language. I cannot be misunderstood. The relationship between you and I is paramount. I have life with you, but will survive without you. You have life with me, but nothing without. I am the alpha and the omega. I was here long before you were born and will be here long after you are gone. The sky I made clear and you smear it. The water is fresh but you stain it. The land you stand on is scarred and broken. I give myself freely and yet you rape me.
See beyond your ideas and affiliations. The arguing of people makes me ill. The fighting between you is killing me. Your apathy is striking; your waste appalling. Your things are made from the sum of my parts, parts that are slowly dwindling away. Your money is useless. How much clean water and air can you buy when it’s all gone? The battle for these things will be fought for by your children, and I’ll only be able to watch. Give them the tools now. Teach them stewardship and sustainability. Grant them an audience with me. Fill their hands with dirt, their lungs with fresh air.
You can’t continue to wait and watch.
Karma is a predator and it’s hunting you.
I know because I am the earth.
I see my own horizons with my own tired eyes. The fog is lifting from my vision. An internal clock, set for me before time began, is ticking in my brain. I have waters that flow and waters that stay. Swim with me through the wicked jungles; float with me on my subtle currents. Let me carry you to far reaching lands and caress your body with my gentle hands. Lie on my shores and rest. Raise yourself a chair in the temple of the sand. My trees wait to shade you from the sweat of the sun. Relax in the warm breeze and drink from my fruit. You’ll find an ease of familiarity in the air. My birds will sway in the wind and haunt you with their song. Dig your toes into my white beaches and let down your hair. You will suffer no issue while I am here. Your body will lack for nothing. The sweet water that I give to you is yours to keep. Nourish yourself well and hydrate your soul. I take interest in your well being and want for your safety. I give you leave to use my resources. They are there for your having. I grant you fresh air and soft summer breezes. All that I own is yours to have.
Now lose the distractions that follow you in your life.
My land and sea and skies are the Rosetta stone for this world. I am the translation. Read me in every language. I cannot be misunderstood. The relationship between you and I is paramount. I have life with you, but will survive without you. You have life with me, but nothing without. I am the alpha and the omega. I was here long before you were born and will be here long after you are gone. The sky I made clear and you smear it. The water is fresh but you stain it. The land you stand on is scarred and broken. I give myself freely and yet you rape me.
See beyond your ideas and affiliations. The arguing of people makes me ill. The fighting between you is killing me. Your apathy is striking; your waste appalling. Your things are made from the sum of my parts, parts that are slowly dwindling away. Your money is useless. How much clean water and air can you buy when it’s all gone? The battle for these things will be fought for by your children, and I’ll only be able to watch. Give them the tools now. Teach them stewardship and sustainability. Grant them an audience with me. Fill their hands with dirt, their lungs with fresh air.
You can’t continue to wait and watch.
Karma is a predator and it’s hunting you.
I know because I am the earth.
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