Sitting in the lap of creation

Without air, our lungs could never breathe.

Without skin, the warmth of the sun goes unfelt.

Without a tongue, the freshness of water will be unknown.

Without ears, the song of the birds will go unheard.

Without feat, no soil can be felt underneath you.

We are the earth, the earth is us.

What we do to her, we do to ourselves.

What we heal in us, we heal in her,
For the world is what its individuals are.

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