start right now
a search for somewhere green
to put it in;
lush terrain and carve a garden
from hearts through fingers sow -
thanking Pachamama
then share the earth on ground,
bless and transform trees,
shape wood with children's dreams;
our homes.
When evenings come and circles form
I'd watch eyes being born
into bonfires calm.
~~~
There is really not much to say for this poem, I believe it speaks for itself.
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