For What Its Worth

Love well this earth, as I am sure you do, the endless rhymes and rhythms of rebirth, the intricate precision of her crew. In her we have been blessed and who can say what such a blessing’s worth? There is great beauty in her varied climes, the passages and cycles of her times, and I suspect, that in respect I should more frequently have stressed how perfectly she’d formed how well she’s dressed and with what wondrous jewelry she’s adorned. Love well this earth if you would do what’s best. In her we have been blessed and who can say what such a blessing’s worth? There is great joy for those who take the time to understand her constancy and change, the wonder and the subtlety sublime of energy and matter interchange, the stillness and the mad chaotic flow of time, of life, of water and of air passing endlessly through all the things that grow. And there is peace in learning how to care. Love well this earth for if you have not guessed in her we have been blessed, and who can say what such a blessing’s worth?