There is no other place to stand
It is time to descend from the mountain
And work with our hands in the warm moist valley,
To nurture the needy soil, our mother soil,
Which we have neglected and abused,
For too long.
Capture the dew to water her flowers.
Invite bees and butterflies with purple blossoms.
Trees will grow heavy with rich fruit.
Leaves help compost the land processed by bugs
And field mice, and the leavings of our passing by.
Jehanah
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