The Poetry Of Earth

She speaks 

In the hush of forests

In the softness of moss underfoot

In the chorus of the wind through the ancient trees

In the birdsong at dawn

In the glorious bloom of wildflowers

All of creation is a verse

Bees, oceans, fungi, flame -

Each playing their part in the great poem

Nature and humanity 

Are not separate stanzas in the song of life 

But threads 

In a tapestry of breath, blood and belonging 

We are invited now

Not as masters

But as kin

To reweave what we unravelled

To bow to the soil 

Rooting our actions in care

The Earth though wounded

Holds the promise

That she will come back to life

Not through conquest 

Or domination 

But through reverence 

And care 

And the respectful stitching of what has been torn 

And in her mending 

And we are all part of the chorus

Of the poetry of the earth

By Tanya Cameron