Draw me a picture of mountains, child.
Sketch creatures, trees, flowers, butterflies
and birds flying, swept high by winds in wild skies.
Together, we will name these denizens of nature,
make up words to pattern silent pages, (echoes
of our almost empty world, bleached blank
by toxins). Our minds, young and old
will meld to potentiate, breathe
life into flat, deflated forms.
Together, we will write
fresh stories, love
each renaissance.
Together, I promise,
we will join hands and
we will dare create
defy destruction.
Together, child, we will bless
our earth, her sacred resurrection.
