Eternal Nature, Sacred Earth

O Nature! Thou infinite wind of grace,

The beat that throbs in every when and where.

From lush valleys to the sea's wild roar,

You hold life in your hallowed shore.

The mountains swell as thoughts too great for words,

Their white-crowned stillness more than pages heard.

The rivers sing in crystal harmonies,

With things that whisper through the mystic trees.

The woods speak secrets in leaf and bark,

Their green tongues aglow even in the dark.

Each branch, a rain-wind-sun scribe,

Noting the world in joy, in drought, in pain.

The sky, a canvas of heavenly color,

Changes moods in gold, in gray, in darkest blue.

The stars, like memories, burning through the veil,

Reminding man how small his mortal story.

The Earth — our mother, matron of the soul,

Provides food and shelter, heals the broken whole.

With water pure, with air so free and clear,

She brings to life from seedling to the seer.

She turns, but not for glamour or temporary prize,

But only to embrace dawn in every rise.

She provides peace in each leaf and stone—

A sort of love that never stands alone.

But lo! We bite the hand that gives us birth,

We scar and scorn this golden, giving Earth.

The trees come crashing down under the axe of greed,

The oceans choke, the skies in sorrow bleed.

What folly compels us from the light's source,

To pollute the stars and pilfer the bird's clean flight?

What conceit, to incinerate the very bed

That nourishes the child, and sustains the dreamer's bread?

Yet Nature, ever forbearing, still forgives—

She holds out hope that humankind still survives.

In every flower, she begs for love again,

In every tempest, she laments our bitter reign.

But there's an option — a greener, kindlier way,

To stride with Earth, not to ravage and kill.

To protect the woods, purify the suffocating stream,

And lift the world from embers to a vision.

For Nature is not merely the world about—

It is the foundation under our ethical ground.

It is the air we use, not ours,

The hymn of life in flesh, in seed, in rock.

Therefore let us kneel not only in terror, but blessing,

And greet the wind with a enlightened face.

To sow, to nurture, to wonder and protect—

And make the Earth our ally, not our finish.