I remember when the earth was young,
she could breathe more easily,
and she did not carry the weight,
of so many sins.
She did not have to bare her shoulders,
to be loved,
and the people came from her heart,
living in their bones, in their spirit,
free to love her, and to thank her,
They did not live far from her heart.
I don’t know what will become,
of her, of us,
I just hope we will be clean,
when we are turned into nothing,
when we return,
to her heart.
Note: This was created from thinking about First Nations people.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
Blessings to everyone, and peace!
“If you love nature, you will love people.”