We only have one earth. One planet. One space.
One habitat of blue and green and life that we all
must share and grace.
What will we do when she’s gone?
Can you see, will you see, please see, please believe-
We can’t sustain this way of life where we take
without giving.

We can’t sustain this way of life where we take
without giving.

We can’t sustain this way of life where we take
without giving.

I wrote that letter to the senators today,
and yesterday,
and the day before,
and I’m losing track
of all the letters I’m writing,
the money I’m sending,
the petitions I’m signing.
How is it what’s evil can be disguised as good
and so many people seem to be buying?

Have we become so disconnected from the source
that we cannot hear the places where humanity is dying?
Have we lost so much of who we are that we can’t hear
the sounds of our own souls crying?

I go each day and sit with my trees,
press my face to the earth
(it hurts, it hurts, everywhere it hurts),
She tells me all life holds value from the greatest to the least.
That hope can be found in the origins of a seed.
To never give up on being the change we need.
And mostly she reminds me to keep the one space clean,
which I will need to inhabit to love, care and believe-

I heed her words, sit with her, and we listen to the beat
of each other’s hearts.