Dear morning not a cloud in the sky but for a few wisps off to the northwest four goldfinch fly by in scalloped wave flight now looking out toward the valley Great Spirit’s large hands beckon with a larger vision, deeper sense of this beautiful land they pick up a blanket of the surface, it is being unfurled then settles again over the shape of the forest like a skin as the skin on our bodies the hairs, all the details, veins, sweat glands whorls in our flesh, elbows, nooks and crannies so similar to the earth’s skin and precious the hands of the Great Spirit care with such love and immensity for this tiny planet as for each of us "take care of the earth with the same care as for your hair, your eyes, eyes of the earth want to be kept safe as well, every body of water a mirror of the earth as precious and with such vision, what reflections we see in each other’s eyes, on the surface of her lakes and rivers" |
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