Someday, flowers will grow through the cracks

In my skin and my bones will become the

Very soil I once walked upon and

Took for granted - Someday I will become

The Earth, the Earth which I claimed to love

But didn’t care for as well as I should

Have; the Earth which welcomed me with open

Arms and raised me just like a mother would.

And I told myself that I was doing

My best in caring for she who cared for

 

Me and fulfilled my selfish wants despite

The fact that it was slowly killing her

I knew it was bad but I didn’t think

That someone as small as I could ever

Cause harm or much less be any help to

Something so majestic and beautiful

As the Earth and the universe in which

I was raised with the trees and the stars so

elegant and for some reason, I thought

that I was more important than they were

 

How selfish! That is not how I was raised,

Is it? Not by the Earth, the mother of

My mother and everyone before her

I am a child of the Earth much like

The flowers and the oceans, but they were

Here long before I - where did I get the

Notion that I am more important than

They?  Someday, flowers will grow through the cracks

In my skin and my bones will become the

Very soil I once walked upon and

 

To disrespect the Earth from which I was

Birthed would be to disrespect my own roots

Which grow from the Earth like the roots of the

Weeping Willows; to disrespect the Earth,

which I will one day become just like all

Of my ancestors before me is to

disrespect myself and all the other

magnificent beings she loves with the

 unconditional love of a mother.

Published by Jasmine Uitto