Seeds are sown in soil which hungers
Needing all that makes us stronger
Rising from our infant bed.
Without voice our seedlings sing and
Dance the song of life itself
Needing only that which matters
Love is found in common wealth.
Sons and daughters finding life as
Siblings to our natures kin
One in wholeness, mother Gaia
Lost in Edens primal sin.
In our lessons see our yearning
Learning to respect our place
In the midst of all that’s knowing
Finding trust in sacred grace.
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