Earth Stanzas

responses

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like wind Furious and calm, always there but still not there

Ais..
Ohio

Remember...

Remember the time we ventured through the park that morphed into a jungle./ Remember the soft grass that feels like a pillow/ Remember the wind blowing through your hair that makes you feel free/ Remember the clear sky that means the day is just beginning/ Remember the hot pavement that means you can still feel/ Remember the sun going down that means tomorrow is a new day

Meg

Thank you...

Thank you to the trees for all of the beauty you offer to us. Thank you for the most refreshing shade on a hot summers day. Thank you for the home that you provide to so many of my favorite creatures. Thank you for your cool wind which cools me down both spiritually and physically. Thank you for the most precious oxygen you provide to us daily. We truly are so thankful for all you are trees. Thank you for being you.


Dover

Remember...

Remember the wind, quiet in the night, swaying with the leaves on the trees. Remember the way the breeze feels on your skin. See the way it flows through the plants and animals.


Remember...

Remember an afternoon rain after a dry, hot day: cool, welcoming, and refreshing. See it, feel it, taste it, remember it. Remember dancing in rain puddles during the midst of it: thrilling, care-free, and messy. See it, feel it, embrace it, remember it. Remember searching for rainbows once the sun would come out again: exciting, adventurious, eager. See it, feel it, embrace it, remember it.


Remember...

Remember the air. The clean, cool, linen scented air when walking through the backyard. Remember the grass. The green, soft, freshly cut grass between your toes. Remember the rain, The refreshing, cool, gentle drops of rain falling on your cheek. Remember the sun. The hot, yellow, beautiful shining sun that leaves a tint of red on your face. Remember the clouds. The clouds that cover up the sun as a reminder to take some shade.

Jill L
Canton, Ohio

Remember...

Remember the peacefulness of an early morning sunrise. Remember the fog that slowly fades in the sun. Remember the dew that blankets the morning ground. Remember the songs of the birds in the air. They sing their songs for all to hear and only stop when night draws near.


Remember...

Remember the way that the sun feels shining down on your skin Remember the way that it warms your entire body from head to toe Remember to embrace those little moments Remember to never take them for granted

Brittany
akron

Remember...

Remember the wind as is blows gently across your face./ Remember how heavy rain drops feel on your skin as they fall quickly from the sky./ Remember the sun as it shines brightly on the horizon.


Remember...

Remember the prickly pine trees and the strong scent of the cherry blossoms. See them, hear them. They are alive poems. / Remember the vibrant green grass and the dark rain clouds that fill the sky. See them, hear them. They are alive poems. / Remember the sound of the ocean waves crashing and the palm trees dancing in the wind. See them, hear them. They are alive poems.

Jill Butkovic
Solon, OH

Remember...

Remember the grass, trees, wind and sky. Talk to them and listen to the sounds they make at certain points in the day.

Tori
Ohio

Remember...

when you could smell the flowers or when you could feel the wind. Remember when you woke up to the sunshine and felt warm and happy. Remember when the birds would sing a song and when you could shut your eyes and be in peace.

Paige
Ohio

Remember...

Remember the dew on morning grass Remember the sunlight sparkling through clouds Listen for the birdsong What is your song? What is your voice? Remember your song, Remember your voice. Remember

Bridget
Kent, Ohio, USA

Remember...

Remember the leaves, yellow, red and green. They are on the tree, or on the ground below our feet. Remember the birds that fly high in the sky and the fish that swim low in the sea. Remember the ocean that crashed on your toes. Also the mountains that you climbed way long ago. Remember the long summer nights outside with family and friends. Remember the cold winter mornings with hats on our heads. Remember all of these, and so much more. We only have one Earth to love and adore.

Alli
Ohio

Remember...

Remember the green grass/Remember how it glows in the sunlight/ Listen to it. Embrace it/ Remember the tall trees with bright leaves/ Remember how they sway/ Listen to them. Admire them/ Remember the birds chirping/ Listen to them. Sing with them/ Remember the clear blue sky/ Listen to it. Enjoy it/ Remember the sun shining down/ Talk with it. Welcome it/ Remember nature/ Love it/


Ohio

Remember...

Remember the time we ventured through park that morphed into a jungle

meg
ohio

Remember...

Remember the bright skies who’s colors can change from blue to pink Remember the smell of the earth when flowers begin to bloom and trees begin to brown fuller Remember the way the earth looks when seasons change from warm to cold and snow begins to set on the ground.

Alyssa
Pittsburgh

Remember...

Remember the sounds early in the morning Remember the breeze coming through the window Remember the sun peaking through the curtains Remember the smell of the fresh spring air Remember the calm Remember this feeling


Akron, OH

Remember...

Remember the air. The clean, fresh, linen scented air that we breathe everyday.


Remember...

Remember the way that the sun feels shining down on your skin Remember the way that it warms your entire body from head to toe Remember to embrace those little moments Remember to never take them for granted


Thank you...

Thank you, Earth/ For all your beauty/ Your somber voice/ For all you give/ You can depend on me/ As we are one/ Grow together and changing together

H.A.
Macedonia, OH

Remember...

Remember the soil, in which we are grounded. Remember our trees who help us breathe. Remember the oceans and the creatures within it. Remember space, and the stars that twinkle. Remember where we come from. Remember who we are.

Kaitlin K
Twinsburg, OH

Remember...

Remember the sun as it beats on our skin. Remember that same sun keeps so much alive. Remember when that sun is gone so our the flowers, plants, trees, and grass. Remember with each season there is a purpose. No matter the job of us we must respect the earth we live in. Remember with each person on this earth there are needs of the earth. Remember the beautiful color you see as the seasons change. Respect our mother and the earth to these beautiful colors alive.

Kent Oh

Remember...

Remember the dark loamy soil that feeds us and all things on this Earth. / Remember the mornings, when the cool breeze touches your skin and brings you closer to the world. / Remember the stars, we were once much like them. / Remember one day we will once again be the stars and the stars will be us.

KA
Ohio

Earth's desire is...

To be seen in her abundance. To be honored in her whispers of wisdom/To be noticed for her alchemical secrets/ water, earth, fire, air/ To be witnessed as whole/and worthy of mindful intent/ To be hugged and supported, as she supports us.


Remember...

Remember the leaves in the Fall and how they change color. Remember the white snow that covers the trees, and flowers, and fields that hold the grain. Remember the Spring rain that makes the flowers that were once covered in ice and snow, grow. Remember the amber color of wheat in the Summer. Remember, that the leaves will then fall again. And remember, everything changes, just like the flowers, and the grain, and the trees, so do you.

Amy
Akron, Ohio

Remember...

Remember the trees, the way the air smells after it dances between their leaves. Remember the crispness of the wind on your skin while the sun warms you from the outside in. Rest with the residual warmth from the day. Focus on the smell the sunshine leaves on your body. Remember the sound of the birds, the chirps alerting us that warmer times are coming. Remark in their excitement for life. Remember the rain. Get lost in its repetitive sound on the roof. Let it cleanse your mind as it cleanses the Earth. Let it hydrate your mind, as it hydrates the vegetation.

Emily Spitale
Dalton, OH

I am...

I am a learner, learning from the different people I encounter everyday.

Sarah
Ohio

Remember...

Remember a time you felt free from the moments the earth has shared with you Remember to preserve and to persist that memory Remember your choices have impact on earth around you Remember we are capable to destroy as we are capable to repair Remember your future and the future of those who mean the most to you

Hannah W.
Kent, OH

Remember...

Remember when Remember her Remembering is all that is left of her

Hannah
Ohio

Remember...

Remember the trees and how they bloom every Spring Remember the consistency this earth brings you. The sun always rises and sets, and then leaves us with a glowing moon. Remember how the stars dance across the sky. We look up and try to make sense of what we see. Remember you are your own person, with a unique story that the world is waiting to hear.

Abby Marusiak

Remember...

Remember the footprints we see on the ground They represent a journey for a stranger who we share the Earth with Remember the wind on our faces For it makes us feel alive in all four seasons Remember to appreciate the rain It allows our Earth to bloom again

Jordan
Kent, Ohio

Remember...

Remember the trees abundance of leaves in the winter... Then, remember what they look like without in the spring... Remember the Earth in it's past, present and future state and the hope it gives.

Tabitha Alexander
Ohio

I am...

I am a student / Trying to take things day by day / Trying to love myself & the story I’m writing

Makenna Abell
Kent ohio

Remember...

Remember The flowers brighten up the fields Different colors, different textures and different sizes Remember to smell them, look at how they fill the air with joy and beauty The rain hits your cheeks Giving life to plants and animals everywhere Remember to feel the drops and listen to the sound of silence You are a part of this world and the world is a part of you It is your home and safe place filled with beauty, sound and peace Remember to take care of her as she did of you

Allie
Kent

Remember...

Remember the house you grew up in / full of laughter and hardships / remember your feet running on the sidewalk / small and quick / remember your father coming home with arms of warmth / remember your community, knit together like a weaved basket /

Naomi
Kent Ohio

I am...

I am a piece of nature, constructed together like fruits on tree branches.

Naomi Pruitt
Kent Ohio

Remember...

Remember who is Earth/Remember Earth is my eldest brother/Remember Earth is your eldest sister/Remember Earth is grown older oldest even when you are young younger youngest/Remembers you Earth always giving you its gifts/ Remember it gives your future and past/Remember it gives you now only you/Remember only you can change his death into alive/ Remember because nobody can kill his brother,her sister/Nobody is you but Earth is everbody's Earth/ Talk to its deepest inertia it waits you there to listen to you/ Listen to its earthly tales once you might've heart from your mother/Tell to Earth I need your green heart, Red and Indian/ I need your desert to be your mirage and oasis/Tell them you are the only one who has holly joy of Earth/Tell them you are the only one to save it

Erkut Tokman
İstanbul, Turkey

Something sacred...

Something sacred is…the pathway to recovery/ Something sacred is the right to compassion and love / No matter the color of your skin, the land of your ancestors/ No matter the money in your bank account or whether you even have one/ No matter if you have a roof over your head or if you left it behind/ No matter the mistakes you made or the path you travel/ No matter if your family has given up on you/ No matter if you haven’t hit bottom YET/ No matter if you have a felony label or are running from a warrant/ Something sacred is the right to make choices about your body/ Something sacred is the right to be safe as you go about your day/ Something sacred is the right to be treated with respect / Something sacred is the right to live outside the boundaries of fear / Something sacred is the right to compassion and love no matter the choices you make/ On your own pathway to recovery/

anonymous
akron

Remember...

Remember the spring flowers, they survived the last snow. Remember the mud on your feet, its proof you went somewhere. Remember the vernal pond that turns to mud and then dries up, you'll see it next spring. Remember the timing of the season, so you can meet with it next year.

Marie
Cleveland, Oh

Remember...

Remember the wind, the storms, the rain/Realize there is wonder in the fearful and unknown


Remember...

Remember the air, made clean for animal breath, carrying the pollen that forms the next generation of stomata/ Remember the birds, who, fueled from the berry's flesh, carry the spawn to new areas/ How can you learn from them?/ Remember the variation, the colors, the newfound strength formed from union of pollen and cone/ Originating from one species, but with much to gain from divergence/ Remember the variation, the transformation, the evolution


Pennsylvania

Remember...

Remember the pillars, topped with green,/ providing a cool moist home for slippery bodies/ snuggled under decay./ Remember the sounds of colorful flying/ music boxes,/ raising their young in the heights, searching out their next meal/ in the places they know./ Feel the rough and smooth planes of pillars, the/ frames of this house./ Taste the sweetness, the tartness of nourishing berries/ that are known to many./ Witness the dexterity of acrobats,/ traversing their highways up above./ Smell the fresh, quiet activity of the land and know/ that one day it will return./

Rebekah

Remember...

Remember the water, watch how it flows Remember the banks, how they contain the flowing water Remember the sediment, how it holds the nutrients for survival, see what story it can tell Remember the animals that use the water, they have a voice and need to be heard Remember how you feel when you listen to the flowing water, how calming it may be

Madison Summers
Kent Ohio

Remember...

Remember the hands that explore our world. Respect them. Honor them. Care for them.

Christina

Remember...

Remember the sunlight and the rain, as they breathe life to the trees. Remember the trees, as their kind hearts provide shelter to a diversity of animals. Remember the animals, as their unity with humans provides great companionship. Remember other humans, as their experiences may aid our own. Remember yourself, as your care and compassion may aid someone else. Remember our differences, as they are what make us unique. But remember our similarities, as they are what make us unified.

Jeremy
Ohio

We, this people...

No matter how much we advance in miracle and wonders of the human mind and creation, We this people will not benefit if there is no humanity nor appreciation. Miraculous cures for the sick or the disabled is of no use unless We, this people, do not show compassion towards them first I confess. Riches and wealth are two different words, we, this people forget. Sometimes they wonder how to beget. Much times are spent away from joy and love for this wealth, when will we, this people learn, life is not about how much you earn. We, this people have forgotten life is short and have taken for granted, for which many would that would love planted. We, this people need to learn, so much to learn. Remember what we could be and what we can be if we, this people came together.


Kent

Remember...

Remember the billions of connections within your brain that are mirrored in your humanity. These connections help to make you whole. Remember that the molecules that are a part of you are from long ago and will persist far into the future. You are forever a part of this earth.

Heather Caldwell
Kent, Ohio

Remember...

Remember the insects that describe the world as we know it. They sing of the earth's history and struggles. It's needs and wants. Every being has a story to tell if you care to take a moment to listen.


Remember...

Remember the elements that were forged in the stars that traveled in time and space to make the earth and land on the earth/ Remember that "we are all stardust"/ Remember the enzymes built from those blocks that bend and clamp and respond to sparks of change to break blocks apart and form new arrangements./Remember the shuttling of electrons that transfer the energy to transform material/The orange goo created for growth from subterranean ferruginous waters/Remember why you do this/Remember the wonder of discovery amidst the mundane messages and meetings/the connection with minds and matter/and the satisfaction of adding a piece to the infinite unfinished puzzle.

Lauren Kinsman-Costello
Grand Rapids, MI (now living in Kent, OH)

Thank you...

Thank you, cherry blossom tree. You provided shelter from the rain and hot summer sun. You provided comfort when I was down, or a space for games when my sisters and friends were around. As you grew, so did I - absorbing the peace you seemed to breathe into the air. I never took the time to properly appreciate those moments, knowing you'd always be there. So, here and now, thank you from everyone who didn't get to say goodbye.

Anonymous
Springfield

Thank you...

Thank you, Ohio clouds. / You are a dynamic painting in the sky / never the same above our heads / Sometimes you are brushstrokes / on a spring day / reminding us of the returning warmth / Other times you arrange yourselves / ambiguous shapes invigorating our imaginations / In Ohio you often consume the sky / a grey mass we forget you entirely / as you become a fixture of our days / Then you break / let the sun shine through / restoring in us a wonder, a gratitude

Michelle
Akron

Thank you...

Thank you, mountains, for the sense of pride you instill in me. Within your hills, my home will always be.

Lexi
Morgantown, WV

Thank you...

Thank you, Mother Earth, for giving us a space/ A space to love, to connect, to grow/ Thank you, Mother Earth, for nourishing us/ Nourishing us through your rich soil, your glowing sun, and your fresh air/ Thank you, Mother Earth, for showing us life in all of its forms:/ Birth, death, renewed life, and so on/ Thank you, Mother Earth, for being strong / Through all that you endure and for teaching us resilience/ Thank you, Mother Earth, for caring/ Even when we don’t.

Cynthia
Akron, OH

Thank you...

Thank you, Sweet Gum Tree Each Fall you drop your spikes to the ground making the earth less stable as I hurry to move creating work that I resent and avoid but continue so as to control your nuisance And then I forget you, until spring when your leaves emerge and with them hope shading me, inspiring me, prompting me to sway giving me pause, edging me forward in the world

Clare Stacey
Kent, OH

Thank you...

Thank you clear blue sky for always being the canvas of hope and clarity. When I look into you, you send back energy and a thrill. Thank you clear blue sky for finding a way even on the most gray days to remind me that you live above the clouds - you are always there while the clouds come and go. Thank you, clear blue sky, for being a constant - and for always coming back at the exact moment that I need you.

Jenna
ohio

Thank you...

delicate sprout/ with white, thin roots/ not yet showing your true leaves/ a promise/ of abundance and prosperity/ ripe with tomorrow

Madeline
Lewis Center, OH, USA

I am...

I am the voices of the mountains

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Thank you...

Thank you Earth

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Earth's desire is...

Earths desire is to be heard, a cry for help, a silence for shelp

Nitya Mittal
Kent, OH

We, this people...

We this people emerging from/ “unprecedented times” / “once in a generation” “once in a century” crises/ converging like waves crashing a-shore / all at once / we learn we will destroy each other / unless/ unless / unless

Camille Tinnin
Saint Paul, Minnesota

Remember...

Remember the breeze in the beach. / The way your skin blushed as it was kissed by ocean mist. / The warm hands over your eyes, closed beneath the scorching golden sky. / And the starlight that hovers above it all, reeling you adrift on a lullaby... / Remember our first love, the roots beneath our shoes. / Our mother, the Earth, the beauty of Her– / She is everything that poetry could not surmise. / She laughs with Her heart, like bread and wine. / She is music, she is art, she is all the things worthwhile. / Cherish her, / The Woman of our lives.

Alyssia
Indonesia

Remember...

Remember the breeze in the beach, the way your skin blushed as it was kissed by ocean mist. / The warm hands over your eyes, closed beneath the scorching golden skies. / And the starlight that hovers above it all, reeling you adrift on a lullaby... / Remember our first love, the roots beneath our shoes. / Our Mother, the Earth, She is everything that poetry could not surmise / She keeps us abide, / By time, clock-wise. / Cherish Her, / The Woman of our lives.

Alyssia
Indonesia

Thank you...

Thank you flowers, you bloom in my heart

Narani
Jakarta

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking/ about living like a river,/ where the waters always changing/ always flowing to reach the sea Iridescent under the sunlight/ peaceful and serene/ bringing comfort and solitude/ to troubled hearts in need Like life, there are hurdles/ storms that we cannot wither/ But as the mighty river/ I’ll charge through without dither I’ll venture through dark forests/ acquainting with many creatures/ pursuing my adventure/ beyond the riverbend


Thank you...

Thank you, Mother Earth / For conjuring up such profound feelings of joy / For sharing with us your salubrious fruits / For bestowing upon us a world we enjoy / For the caves that once sheltered our kind / For the anfractuous shorelines, lands are defined / Apprehensive, we are rightly so / As you may very well turn your back on us / For it is to you, we supremely owe / Without you, we have nowhere else to go / (Revised version)

Rinzen Widjaja
Jakarta, Indonesia

Thank you...

Thank you, Mother Earth / For conjuring up such profound feelings of joy / For sharing with us your salubrious fruits / For bestowing upon us a world we enjoy / For the caves that once sheltered our kind / For the anfractuous shorelines, lands are defined Apprehensive, we are rightly so / As you may very well turn your back on us For it is to you, we supremely owe / Without you, we have nowhere else to go

Rinzen Widjaja
Jakarta, Indonesia

Thank you...

For fruitful land/ That gives us life/ And make us stand


Jakarta, Indonesia

I am...

I am just a child I am the change I am just a boy I am the change I am a leader I am the future I am a reader I am the future Woe to you O old age Woe to you O burning rage O my brother Reunite our land! O my sister Reunite our land!

Khalif
Jakarta

I am...

I am the street lamp among the cars I am rainbow to different people I am cicada on the night time


Remember...

Remember the trees in your neighbourhood


I have been thinking about living like...

i have been thinking of living like the ocean / calm and serene and blue as can be / my waves unforgiving but always free


I have been thinking about living like...

the ocean

karen

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like a book. / Filled with stories of different lives, something timeless.

Kayla
Indonesia

Remember...

Remember, we will / Her mountains, draped in golden-blue silk of Her dawn / smothered in blankets of our ash / Remember, still / Her oceans, water-plains singing Her silent song / strangled in our foreign, plastic grass / Remember / Her children, tangled, jumbled threads in Her winding yarn / singed by our creeping fire, the warmth that eternal lasts / Remember / Our Mother that once was but is now past

Attar
DKI Jakarta, Indonesia

I am...

I am the coldness of the night/ I am the warm breeze during summer/ I am the bone-chilling snowdrops amidst the winter/ I am everything the earth provides

Nasya .B
Indonesia

I am...

I am the coldness of the night

Nasya .B
Indonesia

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking of / living like a turtle-dove / free and so well-beloved / soaring high and smooth above /

Theodora Callista
Jakarta

Remember...

Love on Earth Remember Me... in the trees of green... in the rivers of life... in the stars of heaven... For I am here ... Remember Me... when the grass withers... when the flower falls... when the mist is departs... For what is your life but a passing shadow ... Remember Me... on the sand of the sea... on the snowflakes that flutter to the ground... on the rocks that lie on the hills... For I commanded each one to be there ... Remember Me... who stepped onto the earth... who was spit on and despised... who was crucified... who caused the earth to tremble... and to weep... ... Remember Me... for my love was shown on this earth... for my everlasting love... for my heart goes out to the earth... and all who are in it

Mischa Febrisa Luwena
Jakarta

Thank you...

Thank you ocean, As you are one with the earth, you are the foundation of many beautiful souls. Staring at the dark blue abyss, As I wander through your body of water, For one second, I remind myself

Reynard
Indonesia

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking/ About living like a bird,/ Wind flowing through my feathers,/ Freely soaring through the sky,/ Disconnected from all the earth’s issues./


Thank you...

Forest, you place the beginning of life on mankind

Reynard
Indonesia

Thank you...

beautiful Earth/For so many years, you have given me wonderful places to walk/ air to sustain me, the shade of trees, the multiplicity of animals/ and a colorful sky to gaze upon at sunrise and sunset and every moment in between.

Jan Rader
Kokomo, Indiana and Kent, Ohio

I am...

I aspire to be bright like the sun/ sharing my light with those around me/ giving life to once dark places/ never ceasing, only changing direction

Mimi
Kent

I am...

I am like the ocean. Vast and open. Undiscovered, unknown. Sometimes cold, warm around the edges. I am like the ocean.

Stephen

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like a butterfly, Transforming from my earthbound form, And taking to the sky. As awkward as I seem in flight, I always stake my landing. I have been thinking about living like a bee. To collect medicine and food, And store it for the winter hive, I visit every flower, And feast on every color.

Fred Pierre
Kent OH

Earth's desire is...

While we've always referred to her as Mother Earth, it has just occurred to my that the Earth's desire is no different than that of my mother. She has provided me each aspect of my personality and her shining upon me has brought life when there would be none.

no thanks
Stow, OH

Thank you...

Thank you, calming apple tree. / You gave peace and shade during those hot summer days. / We shared many summer memories together. / I am certain you remember the day I was stung by those wasps. / I could tell your leaves drooped in apology. / It was not your fault, dear tree. / Your sweet apples drew them to me. / I enjoyed your life, your warmth, your sweet fragrance during the summer time. / But as I grew older, you could tell a big change was starting. / We were leaving to start anew. / You soon came crashing down in anguish. / Dear apple tree, I was sad to see you go after you had grown strong like me and quite taller than me. / Thank you for growing up with me, and letting me use your shade to read. / I am sorry I had to start a new journey without you.

Autumn Suhre
Kent, Ohio

Thank you...

Fire, tragic fire You love to give but burn to touch You warm me when I'm cold A friend when I'm alone in the dark You would hold me if you could You love me as I love you But we are forever apart Fire, tragic fire Bright in my heart

Yes
Cleveland, OH

Remember...

Remember the sun on your skin. Remember how it makes your heart soar. Know the way it reawakens to sore soul. Remember the prancing of your dogs, when you leash them up to enjoy the air. Remember the light breeze and its rejuvenating of your energy. Think of how it teaches you to look forward to what's to come. Remember your muscles and just how much they want to be of use. Remember the pride of being active and the way your body thanks you for moving along. Remember the happiness that the Earth brings when you invite yourself outside of your doors. Remember.

Bailey McKarns
Carrollton, OH

Thank you...

Thank you, stars/ for providing me light in the darkness/ for being guiding lights when I see no direction/ for giving me company when I feel alone.

Alex

Thank you...

Thank you sunshine/ you brighten my day when you don’t even know it./ you make me feel warm inside./ you contribute to my joy and happiness./ the smell of fresh air when the sun is shining brings me a smile./ rays of sunshine make my days feel better and brighter./

Anna King
Brunswick, OH

Thank you...

thank you, ocean, for calling my name / with her soft, billowing waves and salty sea air. / My feet are welcomed upon the crunchy sand, / as if saying, welcome home, young traveler. / we're glad to see you.

Natalia Stark
Streetsboro, OH

Thank you...

Thank you flowers/ for teaching me how to grow. That you can't grow if your roots aren't connected to nutrient rich soil./ for showing me that rain is just as necessary as the sun. / for helping me understand that even though your bloom may wither away, they will come back after the winter.

Madison
Kent, Ohio

Thank you...

Ocean... for welling up and crashing down/for washing up and washing down/rhythmically/the beating of time.

Kristy
Twinsburg, OH

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like a creek, ebbing and flowing on my own time. Picking up what I need and leaving what I don't as I flow.

Alex
Medina, OH

Thank you...

Calm, the waters of the Rocky River Stream float down behind my home. Hidden in a suburb, my dad would bring us to bathe and make dams, thank you. Years later, I would come back to find home in the torrent of the unhidden world, with all its artificial burdens. Among the stream, those burdens are damned by sunrise.

Andrew Kuhl
Medina, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you, daffodils, for being my mother's savior. / You turn her into a perennial, / springing back up again each year. / You sit on our counter / in a little blue vase/ and you change / everything.


Thank you...

Thank you Sky. You give me motivation to spread my wings and fly. Thank you for your breath taking view. The earths beauty begins with you.

Tory Wenson
Cleveland

Thank you...

Thank you, sun / for giving me life for the day / shining your warmth like a blanket over the Earth / You fuel life through every ray / burning and glowing


Thank you...

Every day, I try to rise before you, To see that glow. You great me as I go, as you begin to rise, And I can’t help but smile, As you turn the sky into a masterpiece, Of red and orange. Throughout the day, I will look to find you, Even though I can always tell where you are. You keep my head held high when all is low. I keep pushing through just to see your beauty again. And I am not sad when you begin to retreat, Cause I know you’ll return. You mark the sky once more, With red and orange. That shine is as eternal as the fire in my eyes. You are the warmth in my heart. Many have worshipped you, praised you, But I love you. So thank you for each and every rise and set, Thank you, my beautiful sun.

Erik K
Twinsburg

Thank you...

Thank you, rainbow. Your colors radiate and inspire. / A crown upon the world, a miracle of nature, your gold speckles in my eye./ Thank you, my reminder of beauty after rain./

Ashley Keller
Cincinnati, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you sun, for rising each morning cloaked in clouds or dancing in a clear, open sky. Thank you sun, for sleeping behind the horizon reminding me I need to go to sleep, too. Thank you sun, for stretching our your rays hugging me in warmth sending Vitamin D to be absorbed into my skin to be sent to my brain to defrost the sludge winter left behind. Thank you sun, for giving me longer days to spend basking, romping, playing and living. Thank you sun, even on the days you don't appear, for staying just far away enough to feed our floating rock and keep us spinning. Thank you sun, for rising each morning and letting us do it again.


Thank you...

sun,/ when you leave for the winter/ emptiness takes your place/ like trying to drive a car without gas/ a cold sensation fills my body/ in April/ when you peak through the clouds/ and shine through empty tree branches/ I am refueled by your warmth/ ready to take on any adventure/ that your rays shine a spotlight upon/ thank you sun/ for filling me with warmth

krista

Thank you...

Thank you, grass. How often you are taken for granted. I see you, I hear you, I feel you. Between the toes of my childhood, under the sole of my shoe. Your mark left on my clothes, Your mark left on my life. You saw me grow up, watched every game, caught me when I fell, comforted when I laid. Thank you, for being the anchor of my life.

Stephen
Kent, OH

Thank you...

Thank you water. / You are so blue, yet take my blues away. / Your sound will forever be music to my ears. / your touch will forever be smooth against my skin. / your beauty will forever distract my eyes. / thank you Lake

Allison Wulff
Kent

Remember...

Remember to let go of remembrances/and rest in entropy. Become another thing looking up/and sometimes down. You let slip the pedestal/and rest into Earth. You are not the Anthropocene. Rest still and become everything.

Patrick Moorman
Painesville, OH

Remember...

Remember: Respect your Elders./The old ones say,/Wind is older than dust,/Water is older than fire, and/Trees are older than people.//Honoring our elders,/Means protecting our world,/The air, land, water, all/Must be kept clean.//The old ones worship,/Gods of their own, of/Land, sky, water and woods,/And wonder how we went wrong.//Wildfires now are huge,/Storms are more destructive,/Why did we let this happen?/We didn't protect the air and water.//Respect your elders,/Wind and water,/Soil and trees, are/All older than people.

Toomas Tubalkain
Mantua, OH

Remember...

Remember you are water/ born of flotilla/ of soak/ Remember the the liquid/ you were, are--the blood/ the spit and tear of your/ inside returning home to soil/ Remember your coastline/ of skin and its thirst/ for waves of self, for rain/ Remember the aquifer/ inside bone, the melt/ back into stone.

Kerry Trautman
Findlay, OH, USA

Remember...

Remember the ground, whose rich soil you walk on Upon its foundation we make our homes and go about our business ….and appreciate it for always being there every dawn Remember the birds, whose melodies play above your head Listen to nature’s music, the soft chirps and proud caws ….and appreciate them for the generous gifts they spread Remember the trees, standing tall long before you were born Nature’s towers providing the clean air we inhale ….and appreciate its shade with branches adorn Let’s all remember the wonders of nature on Earth And appreciate everything its blessings in all its worth

Victoria Brady
Baltimore, Maryland

Thank you...

Dearest Earth, I write as a lover of your contours and curves, of the silky sensuousness of your seas, the warm feeling when we set out on your hills and pastures. I thank you for the cool balm of snow and ice and the wonderful feel of your air – the fact that I can breathe and move with joy and vitality. For your nourishment of all the creatures that walk your surface, for the flowers, the trees and for the beauty that surrounds me every day – a spider spinning silk, a warm yellow butterfly rugged green leaves or dappled autumn shades. You are truly a mother to us all.

Rona Fitzgerald
Glasgow

Manifesto...

Let the wet snow cling to your steps.


Something sacred...

Holy the water. Holy the polar, heat holding, soluble molecules./ Holy the shores./ Holy the birds who sing to the waves./ Holy the people who rely on the sea to lie gentle and lie low./ Holy the boats with the safety and packed lunches when the water rises higher and higher and higher./ Holy the neighbors who lend a rooftop chair while they wait. Writing words with the linens, asking for help, at this the new sea level.

Shannon Rose
Youngstown, OH

I am...

I am the wind beneath your feet

Carol Roland
Kent, Ohio

Something sacred...

Something Sacred Is sacred no more. That stuff you call rain, That’s is the tears Of Mother Earth, She is crying uncontrollably , Because we have made a mess of the home , she so graciously provided to us. Killing the earth In the end is going to kill us...

Lisa Meese
Canton, OH

I am...

I am dust motes that float from the ripping of aromatic bark pinched off a California Pine

Jerry Garcia
Southern California

I am...

I am the HUmanities alive

Tyler
Tucson

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like a cold front/making the world slow down/ but offering the clearest blue skies/ for those who venture outside

Justine
Fairbanks, AK

Earth's desire is...

To exist


I am...

I am a creator. I create my own reality with my words and actions. So I choose to speak and respond with care.

Lisa Meese
Canton,OH

I am...

I am the sun ray shine in the ocean

Alexis Raskin
New York City

I have been thinking about living like...

I’ve been thinking of living like a fire,/ crawling at my boots for fields, thirsty,/ soothing guitar’s enamel of blood and memories,/ life taking yet passion agent for our breaths and eyes to stay./ Life taking for those who live with roots all day./ Life taking for those who fairly clasp their prey./ I’ve been thinking of living like a fire,/ a candle offspring of a dangerous meditation,/ rocks rumbling into coffin forests,/ and an academic scorched sight that will endure only/ in cigarette poems’ claim./ A string.

Dante Rocío
Poland

I am...

I am sorry Earth. / I am sorry that your seas are warming up. / I am sorry that your polar ice caps are melting. / I am sorry that your forests are burning. / I am sorry that your waters are trashed. / I am sorry that our human population refuses to see how important global warming is. / I am sorry Earth. / I am sorry. / I am a lover of the sparkling blue ocean. / I am an advocate for green living and marine life. / I am aware that our nonrenewable resources are running out. / I am sorry that my voice alone isn't enough. / I am sorry Earth.

Rachel H.
Kent, OH, USA

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like the ocean/ always flowing and reflective/ being able to feel the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the moon tides. / I have been thinking about living like the wind/ wild and free/ strong and soft.


Thank you...

Thank you flowers for bringing joy, sending messages to loved ones. Thank you for your beauty and perseverance. You grow and bloom with colorful petals and sweet smells. You may wither away, but you will bloom another day.

Nicole Francisco
Tallmadge, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you, mountains/ for sharing your beauty.

Alyssa B
Louisville, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you, ocean, for your peacefulness and calmness. Thank you for your beauty and depth even in the darkness. Thank you, ocean, for your swift and mighty waves and for your smooth and calm crashes. Thank you ocean for your infinite strength.

Melissa Chatelain
Ohio

Thank you...

The summer breeze, the water and rocks by our feet The all night campfires and the days that seemed to never end To adventuring all day and hanging hammocks up at night To little voices whispering while the waves crash on the shore The laughter at Friend Circle and the singing during meals The inside jokes and the memories that will last a lifetime Your legacy won't be outlived and we will continue to honor you You left us doing some of the things you loved most Which is all we could ever ask for. Thank you Scout, Thank you Chasey You made an impact to last a lifetime.

In Memory
Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you sun/You are the one bright in some days

Macy Lautenschleger
New Philadelphia, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank You Snow Snow, I know you are near, A blanket of white covering the cold, hard ground, No secrets can be hidden, Your path is always shown, The beauty and peace of a pure white snow

Brooke Peplinski
Kent, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you, water. You fill my body with necessary fuel. You provide a place for habitats to fulfill. You are glistening with reflecting light. Filling space for many, different volumes. Purposefully resourceful and a comfort for the world.

Emma
Northfield, OH

Thank you...

Thank you sky/ you give me reminders/it is okay to be gloomy/because eventually you will show your colors again/Thank you sky/ for connecting me to loved ones/ and reminding me that we are all the same/ Thank you sky for showing me what I need to see

Lexi
Kent, OH

Thank you...

Thank you, Summer. Thank you for the warm days, Thank you for the memories. For all the times your bright rays, came down and took away our worries. Thank you for the camping trips, the campfires, and the s'mores. Thank you for the chance to play and learn more. Thank you for the skills of fishing, kayaking, and swimming. Thank you for the thrills of risk-taking, playing, and winning.

Ariana Deal
Akron, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you for the crisp, cool air that touches my face, that fills my lungs and gives me life. Shocking at first, but my body gets used to the chill. Thank you for the trees, swaying in the wind. Leaves changing colors, falling down, and growing again. Thank you for being beautiful and making our world a better place. Thank you for the water, flowing freely. Relaxing and calm (usually). Thank you for the sunshine that touches my face and makes me smile. It is a better day when the sun is shining. Sunshine is happiness. Happiness is nature.

Rachel B
Kent

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like a bird, soaring through the sky without a care in the world. I have been thinking about living like a worm, deep in the ground smothered by dirt. I have been thinking about living like a bear, sharing my roar to the world without care. I have been thinking about living life in the sea, swimming around for nobody to see. I have been thinking about living like me anxious, but brave there's no stopping me.

Ally Ackley
Dublin, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you to the sunflowers; For their strong stems that support the blossoming petals. For the vibrant reflection of sunshine that mirrors onto these flowers. For the message they resemble- always turning towards the light even in their darkest hour. Thank you to the sunflowers.

Katie P
Ravenna, OH

Thank you...

Thank you sun for reminding me to smile. You brighten my day when I need it . You remind me that are better days to come. You will always be there no matter how low. Thank you sun.

Kenzie K
Pittsburgh, PA

Thank you...

Thank you to the noises The pine trees creaking The birds singing Can't forget the wind stirring Thank you to the symbols The trail markers The prints in the mud Can't forget the compass rose Thank you to the animals The mountain tops The sunsets and sunrises Can't forget the campfire Lastly, Thank you for showing me a sky A sky full of stars A sky a city cannot see Can't forget that I have to leave

Alexa Wallbrown
Akron, OH

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like tomorrow is not secure/ living as our choices affect the lives of others/ making decisions as we walk outside/ day by day walking on glass, breathing through a mask/ make the choice, the choice to give another one more day/ distance and mask so others can live free of a ventilator, stay aware and prepare.

Annemarie
Medina, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you seasons. Thank you for the snow, rain, and shine. Every season has something special that brings beauty to the Earth. Every season is a new start and that is what makes them special.

Makara Bruce
Cincinnati, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank You Sun... Sun, I feel your loving warmth on my face each day... Even if I can't see you, I feel you... When days are long and dark, I feel you... When I step outside, breathe in deeply, and look up, I feel you... No matter what changes are behind me and what changes lie ahead of me, I know I will feel the sun on my face... And everything will be okay.

Abby Grescovich
Hudson, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you for different seasons...Thank you for providing different smells, feelings, and sights of nature...Thank you for trees that grow so big... Thank you for plants that turn into food...Thank you for letting us explore the world at our own pace!

Taylor

Thank you...

Thank you Earth for giving me a place to live, air to breathe, a ground to walk on, and water to explore. Thank you Earth for giving me the family that I have, the friends that I need, and the animals I love to see.

Brianna
Conneaut, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you snow. Thank you for allowing cozy days and time with people I care about. Holidays are so much better with you. You make me feel warm inside even though you're cold.

Zoe H
Ashtabula, Ohio

Thank you...

Body for staying whole through the times of uncertainty. I praise you with exercise, healthy food, and well needed rest.

Callie Hyde
Akron, Ohio

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like a dog/ free spirited/ overflowing with unconditional love.


Thank you...

Thank you sun, happiness you become/ light that touches my skin, knowing the day is to begin.

Annemarie
Medina, Ohio

Thank you...

The bee's buzz along in the air. They fill the background noise. I briskly walk down the street grateful for the buzzing little bee's.

Mariana
Kent, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you nature for allowing me to breathe in refreshing air that clears my mind and allows me to keep going day after day.

Brittany
Steubenville, Oh

Thank you...

Thank you sky, for reminding me of life’s most important lessons. / Clear days remind me to enjoy the simplest pleasures of warmth and sunshine. / Clouds show us just how creative and brilliant our minds can be when we turn blobs of white into illustrations. / Thank you, sky, for reminding me that even the darkest days are followed by the most beautiful moments. / Rainbows after a storm show us that kind of resilience.

Megan
Hayesville, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you.

Anonymous
Kent

Thank you...

Thank you moon for staying strong/with a somber glow that sparkles against the crisp white snow on winter evenings./ Your silhouette marks the shocking blue sky as you rise above the tree line./ I thank you for the romance you provide when slipping out for a moonlight walk under the stars./ Moon, you are the sun’s best friend, only in passing./ Thank you moon.

Erin Murphy
Kent, OH

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like the clouds/ peaceful and dreamy among the skies. I have been thinking about living like the trees, bending and swaying to pressure but standing strong still.

Madison S.
mantua

Thank you...

Thank ocean for showing me that water crashes and flows/ Thank you for the reminder that water is formless/ Thank you for reminding me that my mind is like water/ My mind can either crash or flow/ No matter what may come my way/ I am formless, like the ocean/ I must free my mind like your waves./ Thank you, Ocean.

Sanampreet Gill
Cleveland, OH

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like the wind, always moving, brisk and cool, and always strong/I have been thinking about living like the sun, bright and beautiful, always shining down on you.

Sarah Parsh
Oberlin, Ohio

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like the birds/ taking flight to somewhere warmer/ as the days here turn cold./ I have been thinking about living like the clouds/ in the sky, ever morphing into new shapes and forms/ here one moment and/ gone the next./ I have been thinking of living like the moon/ in the night sky/ providing light to those/ in the dark.

Josie E.

Thank you...

Thank you seasons. You change quarterly. Your changes inspire me to reflect and change my own ways. With each new season, there is new adventures to explore. Thank you Winter, where we laugh and drink hot coco, making memories to last a life time. Thank you Spring, your dewy air reminds me of a new start and to not give up. Thank you summer, where you turn my skin golden and crisp and spend summer nights reminiscing; Summer is our time to celebrate. Thank you Fall, your apple cider and walks in the woods make me warm inside. Thank you.

M.Jackson
Findlay, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank You, Sky Sky, you give me a sense of longing, a need for adventure. And when I look up at you, I get lost in all of your colors. With each passing cloud, I wonder what's to come.

Anonymous *
Cleveland, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you beach for reminding me how special small moments in life can be/ Thank you for being a place to escape/ Thank you for the warm weather that surrounds you and the wonderful life that lives deep in your waters/ Thank you beach for being a place of peace and fun/ Thank you beach.

Regan Ahrens
Stow, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you, water... The sounds you make brings peace to my soul.. Your waves gives me happiness... Water, you give me strength... Water, thank you... Thank you for keeping me clean Thank you for keeping me alive!

Mercedes Marshall

Thank you...

Thank you, sky, / for your wide expanse / for your beautiful canvas / for your inspiration / for the joy you spark within me.

Madyson Bee
Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you air for picking me up when I am down. For breathing for me when I am too weak to breathe on my own. Thank you for curing my soul of negative energies and recharging my internal battery. Breathing that fresh air in nature gives me a high that is unmatched.

Ava Guarnieri
Kent, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you ocean for giving me hope For always giving me something beautiful to look forward to For always giving me somewhere to stare, swim, or smell

Anonymous

Thank you...

Thank you stars/ For reminding me how large this universe is/ For taking my breathe away / For always staying constant in this ever-changing world/ Thank you, for being so much more than just stars

Sydney Ward
Dover, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you sun, for adding light to my life, To the world Thank you sun for making our day bright Thank you sun for shining everyday

Felicity Aliers
Massillon

Thank you...

Thank you, tree, for teaching me how to grow from the inside out. For teaching me how to reach up and out and extend my own branches to the world. Thank you for teaching me how to be still; letting the world sway me, but staying strong, and never letting the world bring me down.

K8
Mansfield, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you snow Peace falls from the sky in white teardrops The air is still The silence is deafening My heart is full The quiet winter is calm The feeling consumes me Thank you snow

Maxine Stanek
Streetsboro, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you lake, you calm me down with the waves that bob up and down. You remind me that while nature can be wild and loud during the storm, it can also be calm and still as a breath during a cold winter day.

Olivia
Canton, OH

Thank you...

Thank you earth for all you do/ Thank you trees for standing tall/ Providing air, shade, and so much more/ Thank you water for filling our oceans, lakes, rivers, and for being there for us to drink/ Without you two, we would not be here/ So I must say/ Thank you.

Noah Jackson
Mansfield, OH

I have been thinking about living like...

the wind in the sky, sometimes blowing chaotically by.

Kelly Clausen
Mineral Ridge, Ohio

Thank you...

Thank you snow for reminding me how calm the world can be/ Thank you for showing me the beauty of the landscape, even in the gray of winter/ Thank you for filling my heart with joy as I see you slowly falling to the ground/ Thank you for showing me that the world can look like a post card.

Grace J

Thank you...

Thank you blue skies and sun shiny days. For pulling me out of the dark covers and reminding me of the deep shades of blue, much different from my own.

Alex Myles
Cleveland, Ohio

I am...

I am but a speck in all of earths a sand. A dismal representation of the race they call man. Pimping rocks, trees and water. Stolen from the masters plan. Driven by the ego that this is all mine. Ill take 10 and only Pay for nine! I am such a big shot from such a small grain. So ill grow a head of cabbage and donate my brain. And you think I’m going crazy while the world’s insane EC.

Eric Clausen
Youngstown Ohio

Remember...

Recalling no inception when all soils birth. Bravo the spectrum That becomes OUR Earth. A small rented tract we toil for the miles. Preserve its majesty For the grandchilds smile.

Eric Clausen
Youngstown,Ohio

Something sacred...

Holy the sun shining on clear water./ Holy the clear water lapping on smooth stones./ Holy the stones resting on shining glass sands./ Holy the black sands squeezing between happy toes./ Holy the happy toes running free.

Simar Singsun
Seattle/Duwamish lands

Manifesto...

A daughter of woods, fields, sky/ I long for the landscape of my childhood,/ A patchwork of small farms/ Oats dancing before the wind/ Waves of wheat moving with the sea of air/ Wooded pastures filled with the lowing of cows at milking time/ Horses racing from fields to barn/ as the evening star appears in the still light sky/ Barn swallow architects building nests/ on the beams of the barn Slipping out of open windows to attack/ cats-in-waiting for their young. A world of plenty./ No industrial world/ but One whose parts work together/ to protect our earth/ Giving as well as taking/ A world whose creeks sing in spring/ Whose woodlands carry the promise of tomorrow/ Whose skies bear clouds fit for imagining/ Barn cats drink from their pan of milk/ Hay stored loose in the mow saves the scent of summer/ Through rain ice and snow all of the year./ A world where time and thought And philosophy and caring merge/ with hopes for a strong And vital earth/ that we can once again enjoy, an earth that will provide home and hope and love:/ An earth without earth compressing machines/ pesticides raping land and air killing butterflies and birds./ Vital earth renewing cycles over and over again/ As all spirits sing,/ foxes bark,/ wolves lie down with lambs.

Patti Capel Swartz
Salem, Ohio

Remember...

Remember the monarch butterflies tiger like in color.

Denise A. Harrison
Akron, Ohio

Manifesto...

"Quick Eyes"/The flowers are alive today./ And butterflies. If you are hurt,/ don’t forget the meadow./ Go tired, bring your heart./ Those who watch there/ are quiet and constant./ They know we are connected/ cell to cell/ and, if you are lucky,/ you may see a swallowtail—/ point it out quickly/ to a friend and find,/ in the curl of your/ turn,/ that it has vanished./ But it saw you./ Don’t despair./ The small things do return./ Yesterday, a swallowtail/ came back and settled/ near my dress,/ the faded one/ with pink flowers/ worn past its time./ It was a garden/ to a butterfly—/ dizzy, ecstatic,/ loving color/ and oblivious to the stories/ of my life./ It stayed until/ I found my heart;/ then, spread its wings,/ flew home./ If I laid flat/ in this very wild place,/ I would be nursed/ by a whole community/ of curious insects/ with quick eyes/ and ministering wings./ There is something/ that sees before sight,/ and sometimes the/ small ones see it best./ There is something/ that loves before love,/ before even the heart knows.

Maria Shine Stewart
Cleveland, Ohio

Remember...

Remember the sandfly, the cowrie shell, the sharp October air. Remember the wren that darts from hedge to mugo pine to wind- worn porch rail. Remember the bay— because its salt was and will be the salt in you. Hear them all, for a few holy minutes pumping in your temple

Dana Delibovi
Lake Saint Louis, MO

I am...

I am the tall grass drying in the breeze/ I am a treefrog chirping in the dark/ I am the moss on a hollow log/ I am a sapling in a cover of ice/ I am the shell of a robin's egg/ I am a leaf floating down the stream

Alyssa Reinagle
Northeast Ohio

Manifesto...

Manifesto: After the Rain Go outside after a long, hard rain. Close your eyes and listen. Listen to the voices of ecstatic frogs in unimaginable numbers. Distinguish among the insect sounds. Notice how the call of the bullfrog adds depth and character To the chorus. Stay with it until you hear four or five distinct strains. Then allow them all to blend together forming one fresh, magestic composition. Notice the quality of your mind. How does your body feel? Slowly open your eyes. What do you see? A nearby tree? Water droplets hanging from branches? A misty sky in the distance? Can you still smell the essence of the recent downpour? Reach out and touch a glistening leaf. Stick out your tongue and taste the air!

Barb
Florida

We, this people...

We the people must reclaim the wealth of our labor/And learn to love our neighbor

Alejandro Ramirez
Toledo

Something sacred...

Holy the oceans Holy the sight of the big open sky Holy the sound as you close your eyes Holy the scent as you breathe in deeply Holy the touch of the Mother of water as She caresses your toes

Barb
Florida

Earth's desire is...

To be protected like a child

Barb
Florida

Remember...

Remember the taste of the snow years ago? Ponder that.

Barb
Florida

I am...

Venus floating in the night sky

Barb
Florida

Manifesto...

You took the long way, one day, with nothing but yourself in a strange wood on a trail you had not seen and dared yourself to cross the stream on a fallen timber. There was nothing to hear but the chatter of the understory; the dragonfly, you supposed, alters nothing on the signal-to-noise ratio you posit, but it may depend on the receiver. You rested on the moss-rock, threw a stone into the brook and noticed the world that goes on without you, realized while you weren't looking wood has gone on to mycelium and peat, the stream has already forgotten your pebble of an addition. And yet you, storyteller, you remained with your feet in the rock-turned-sand and learned, again, how nothing makes a difference.

Connie Kopko Kramer
Akron, OH

I am...

made of earth,

Nicolas
Canada

I am...

I am the fresh skin unscarred, the wound and the scab and the blood dripping into your cup, & I am sorry for that

Leslie Grollman
Edinburgh, UK

I am...

I am the disbeliever in Utopia & one who images it real

Leslie Grollman
Edinburgh, UK

I am...

I am the eyes that look, & look past

Leslie Grollman
Edinburgh, UK

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like Bacillus megaterium. Growing long and thin, large for a soil bacterium./ When nutrients are here, multiplying by dividing./ Forming long, links, chains of rods, snaking through the moist soil./ When nutrients are gone, forming a spore./ My genetic instructions tightly wrapped in layers and layers of snuggly protein. Safe for the centuries through tough times. / Awaking again when the feast returns.

Anne M. Estes

Thank you...

From ancestral microbes/ evolved/ today's eukaryotic energy sources./ Thank you alpha-proteobacterial ancestor./ My mitochondria convert food to cellular energy./ Thank you cyanobacterial ancestor./ Plant chloroplasts convert sunlight to food./ Today's eukaryotic energy only possible due to ancestral microbial metabolism./ Thank you microbes.

Anne M. Estes - @MostlyMicrobes

I am...

I am a bird flying in the sky

Maria
Coimbra, Portugal

Remember...

Do you hear it? Listen. It's behind the dull hum we've come to call silence. Shh. Breathe it in. Dip your ear into nothing. Why pour more into something that's already full.

Andrew Schwartz
Portland, OR

We, this people...

We, this people must be willing to work together in unity. We this people, have the opportunity in this life time to stand up to bring Morales back within our community. We this people, are the change for the next generation, let's make a difference and establish a better ethic system. We this people, can make changes within media across the board to choose not to have such sexual deviant behaviour as apart of our society. We this people, can defend victims of sexual abuse and human trafficking by speaking up for what we will and will not allow, through the media outlets, when it comes to advertising sex.

Javetta La Niece Cobb
javettacobb@gmail.com

Thank you...

Thank you, you wavy, blue ocean for clearing my heart from frustrations. Thank you ocean for giving me hope, by looking at your shimmery and gleaming waters. Thank you ocean for helping me stay calm, through the ocean front and waves running so very smoothly.

Javetta La Niece Cobb
Demopolis, Alabama

Something sacred...

Holy are the blue Jay's sounds in the morning. Holy, is a husband's love so tender like the sounds of a blue jay singing in the morning. Holy is a husband and wife relationship, like the streams of a river continuing flowing. Holy is a protector of love, like blue Jay's who are forever watching over their babies. Holy, is a marriage like blue jays always flopping together. Holy is a family mending and staying together like an beautifully desired blue ocean front.

Javetta La Niece Cobb
jjavettacobb@gmail.com

Manifesto...

Manifesto, the fields haven't been bargaining so much with this awful rain drought many farmers have been experiencing. Manifesto, our fruits have been ripped to so many. Manifesto, our vegetables have been carned for so many. Manifesto, many farmers are tilling wells and purchasing bundles of water because of the rain drought. Manifesto, farmers have found a new way to till their land and grow their fruits and vegetables. Manifesto, this drought of rain has been a good way of looking at things differently or rather in such a new light.

Javetta La Niece Cobb
Demopolis, Alabama

Remember...

Remember brown, red, yellow, white and black people all can bring a genuine delight to each of their communities, during our time on this earth. Remember plants bring more meaningful beauty to our earth, without the beauty of plants, it would be like living without an earth. Remember trees standing so firm and with resilience, is a significant voyage like many people standing firmly through the many storms and issues on this earth. Remember the goes around and around we as people goes around and around as well, we are born, live and past through this earth. Remember to make the best of your time while on this earth, for we are only here on earth for a split second.

Javetta La Niece Cobb
Demopolis, Alabama

I am...

I am a dove soaring high with opened arms. I am a loving dove flying high watching over you, that help you soar when your wings are broken. I am an arch angel protecting over you when are experiencing downtown's in your life. I am an angel of love who catches your every tear streaming down your face. I am an angel of life who walks with you through your most difficult times in your life. I am your guardian angel, who speaks to your heart and helps you make the best of your life.

Javetta La Niece Cobb
Demopolis, Alabama

Earth's desire is...

Earth's Desire Earth has no need of us at all – that is the irrefutable truth. On the other hand, We would not, and cannot, exist without Earth. No Earth – no us. No us – Earth will go on. Is this not self-evident? Earth has no desires at all. Earth’s needs are simply dictated by the nature of its existence - just as we are by our nature - a plethora of Earthly desires: oceans, rivers, lakes, mountains, forests, soil, minerals, plants, animals, phenomenal beauty, magnificent power, and every breath of air we breathe. Would it not just make sense to treat the Earth with consideration and respect? Are we not at lease that intelligent? Or, will greed destroy all?

Ken Wade
Seattle, WA

Remember...

Remember the blood-dripping sunset coagulating along the snow-blanketed mountains that lie off to the West, the ghostly-pale full-moon crawling up the Eastern Ridge dragging a scorpion's tail from behind? What a glorious, marvelous, incredible night to be naked and howling at the wilderness moon. My God! An answer has come back soon. A howling pack of coyote brothers have heard my cries and are on their way to lick my sorrows away. I think I will just lie down here, underneath the spinning stars gone mad, Curled up next to my new-found desert friends, Waiting for the morning sun to rise again as it always has.

Ken Wade
Seattle, WA

I am...

I am the blue ridge mountains, pillars of the sacred, always crumbling / I am the tulip poplar whose leaves give voice to the rain / I am the cicada who bides her time seven years, before rising from the soil / I am the bitter chickweed who sprints to conquer the forest floor / I am the Virginia creeper who winds limbs tightly around a beech tree, a stolen life / I am Minetta Creek, an ancient flow of conscious molecules beneath a naive world of concrete and metal / I am the wind which fuels and is fueled by all life

Callan
Charlottesville, VA

I am...

I am the sandhill crane dancing through the grasses - pas de bourree.

Ken Wade
Seattle, WA

I am...

I am bamboo I cannot be contained only pruned . . . giving me space to breathe . . . space to open . . . space to let life renew. . .

Pepper J. Sbarbaro
Berkeley, California, USA

I am...

I am a city child but nature is my jam.

Mrs. Derrick
Baltimore

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like an otter, sleeping tethered to kelp, paws pressed, smell of the sea thick in my triangle nose, embodying the rhythm of wave, all softness, all play.

Erin Robertson
Louisville, Colorado

Thank you...

Moon Creek, you sing to me even when I'm tired. I rest my eyes on your flashing flow and instantly relax. You smooth away the snow and bring spring here. Thank you for your unceasing song.

Erin Robertson
Louisville, Colorado

We, this people...

We, this people, must know ourselves as no different from any other people, any other apes, any other mammals, any other vertebrates, any other animals, any other beings, any other assemblages of molecules/energy/space. We are all one.

Erin Robertson
Louisville, Colorado

Manifesto...

Get out of all walls, where you can see sky. Face north. Listen for the farthest sound, at the very edge of hearing - note it with thanks. Face east. Bow to the earth, nose to soil, until you smell the scent of this place. Face south. Run your hands over the nearest living thing, caressing it and memorizing it with your skin. Face west. Open your mouth wide to taste the air on your tongue, sipping the day. Now turn until you see something remarkable. Thank it by name, or approximation. Do this every day you are blessed with presence.

Erin Robertson
Louisville, Colorado

Something sacred...

Holy the endangered. Holy the prairie dogs alarm-calling. Holy the oil shale penstemons dotting coveted white cliffs with purple. Holy the pikas gathering hay in summer heat. Holy the Gunnison sage-grouse booming while the wells pump. Holy the small and insignificant, magnificent in their complexity.

Erin Robertson
Louisville, Colorado

Earth's desire is...

To be lived on gently, in harmonious energy with her cycles. To be respected, in acknowledgment that she is the source of all. To be given thanks, in reciprocity for the gifts she gives, including life.

Erin Robertson
Louisville, Colorado

Something sacred...

Holy the green visible wind.

Virginia Schultz
Gold Hill, CO

Earth's desire is...

for her nectar to flutter all hearts

Virginia Schultz
Gold Hill, CO

Remember...

Remember the fire sky. Taking tiny breaths of smoke. The urge to flee and no place to go. Make a change so your children won't know that taste in their mouths.

Erin Robertson
Louisville, Colorado

I am...

I am the snow slaking thirst in summer

Erin
Louisville, Colorado, USA

Remember...

Remember the wind whose dreams you live, who forms the questions

Virginia Schultz
Gold Hill, CO

I am...

I am the tree and the people, the field mouse and the hawks.

Virginia Schultz
Gold Hill, CO

Manifesto...

Dig your fingers into black earth/ bury your nose in a sunsplashed cat's fur/ roll in the grass/ dress yourself in blossom/ people will ask what the use of all this folderol is/ how can it possibly help the bottom line/ Do not listen to them.

Michelle Pittenger
California

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like Syrinx. Along the trail that serves animals and schoolbuses, I stopped to hear an indeterminable little bird up in a tree near the swampy-swamp. The sound that was a chatter not unlike a squirrel’s was something I could easily grasp and mimic, but the well-prepared one shrieked and switched to impenetrable ethereal song. Next time, I hope to bring reeds and offerings.

Marina Vladova
Cuyahoga County, Ohio

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about/ living as a migration of starlings/ lighting the tops of trees/ obliterating all thought/ with an acid re-flux of cackling/ a blissful quieting/ in the canopy of clouds

Margot Milcetich
Ravenna, Ohio

Manifesto...

plant popcorn seeds in the carpet / let the heating world burst them into bloom / let the whole floor / the wall / the windowsill and out / tumble mad with man-made-soft / plant popcorn seeds in the carpet / plant dandelions in the yard / dance as they mingle and grow together / soft-soft-white / tumbled by the heating wind / all dance is combat or seduction / let's all accept our Mother's invitation / dance the homecoming dance / plant dandelions in our bedsheets / know the heating world will bake them butter yellow / plant dandelions in your bedframe / sleep / sleep / be seduced with the second movement of the world / bright white and popcorn soft / you can't help but explode / invert to your tomorrow-est self

Lucy
Kent, Ohio

Remember...

Remember the waves of a distant sea,/ Moving gracefully through her ocean blue,/ Remember the flowing breeze of that distant shore,/ Still for a moment or two, while your mind pondered the blue,/ Remember the flush of the starlight as you lay on that gleaming beach and cast your thoughts beyond the world,/ Remember the soft soothing sound of rainfall as your eyes observed the distant gleam of the sunset,/ Oh what a wonderful world indeed./

Dew Dutta
Annandale, New Jersey, United States

Thank you...

On this Arbor Day 2020 and the close of the week of Earth Day, I would like to say thank you to the Divine for trees. Trees are a beautiful example of the diversity and cooperation in nature. When you walk into the forest, do you see a forest of the same tree? Does the forest produce only one type or species of trees? No! The forest bears witness to diversity in all of its splendor. The maple tree stands next to the pine tree, that stands next to the fir tree, and more, each proudly in the majesty of creation. No tree is exactly the same. Thank you, dear trees for the diversity of your reach towards the sky, for your different heights, for the diversity in the hues and shapes of your leaves, your bark, your widths.....thank you for showing me how each tree in the forest, not one the same, works together to produce the oxygen that sustains us all. When I honor you, I honor the divine.

Genie
New York, NY

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like a rock. Grounded, solid, strong, and unwavering. Scars on me show my battles and struggles, but I am unmoved, unchanged. Lichen, moss, and others who live on me show my colors, my life, my story.

Kelsey Schwartz
Bend, Oregon

Remember...

Remember the tulip poplar that so rarely falls intact.

Daniel
Birmingham, AL

I am...

a seismic earthquake, broken foundations built upon righteous love, i am a mystery found deep within the riverbeds, tread upon by only the wilderness, a magnetic field whose power turns the earth, i am trembling waves and thunderstorms that never cease. but i am wispy clouds and butterflies, i am found in the golden soul of the earth and the last rays of sunlight on an autumn day. i am the beautiful flowers and shining stars you with upon. i am the rain upon your skin and the earth under your feet. i am home.

mariana
roswell, ga

Remember...

the warmth of the sun the breath of the wind the heart of the world the sand in your toes the light on your skin dancing in the moonlight blooming flowers undiscovered secrets the adventure of life the beating wings of birds the fur of the sly fox the persistence of the ant the power of the mighty bear new life ever-changing seasons the beautiful intricacy of earth living life on earth

mariana
roswell, ga

Thank you...

As the suns warmth warms my skin I can feel the rejuvenation begin Thank you to the sun who never fails to make me feel renewed again

Kristen Weingart
New Jersey

We, this people...

must listen to how rain washes the earth/a deep cleaning that creates/the next day’s bird songs

Shalini
Vienna, VA

I have been thinking about living like...

a star, shining brightly no matter where we are....

Louise Tomlinson-Crees
Vancouver Canada

I am...

I am the migrant still looking for the new world I am the echo of the silent voices trapped in caves I am the rapid river taunting the bridge I am the sea reclaiming its salt but not for me I am path beneath the trees above the breeze I am the carver embracing the bark festooning the park I am the brook without babble or spaces in scrabble I am the wolf howling a tune without the moon I am the child using the willow to weave a new pillow I am the poet now lost in time and lost in rhyme.

Giovanni Sandro
London Ontario Canada

I am...

I am this spit of rage that sees the world, sees / the world

Lauren
Homeworth, OH

Something sacred...

Holy the hand waving the flag Begging the grifter To vacate the land

Oye Scott
Olympia Fields Illinois

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking About living like a seed. By pushing through coarse barriers And dancing towards the light, I'll grow to be something beautiful That makes Earth's people delight.

Anita LaBelle
New Jersey, USA

Manifesto...

Pt. 1 When? That´s always the question. It´s an unanswerable question. Then again, Why do we ask it? Inpossible to know, Inpossible to answer, When. Pt. 2 Go to where. Think when. Think why. Do everything.

Bennett Crookston
Kent OH

Manifesto...

Find a tree... Recognize that it is no longer a tree... A thing that can become the lumber for a house... But a being... That is born from the ground... That breathes through branches that like roots shoot to the sky... That sees through eyes which feel the wind... That feeds us as we feed it... That is tall, and proud, and unlike any other being on this planet... Seeing one and thinking of its existence are seperate actions... One suggests a commonly accepted reality the other that it is an alien creature now coming from the earth... That you are surrounded by them... That the familiar is now new and strange... That you are not the only one breathing... And then the thought... Perhaps you are the alien... Unnatached and longing...

Ilan
New York

Remember...

Remember the deep roots...the perfume of the mock orange tree whistling in the breeze...the palm fronds that tumble down and the grubs in the dirt...this place is full

juno
california

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like a weasel; instinctively and relentlessly in pursuit of the central purpose.

Lukas Kubeja
Portland, OR

Thank you...

thank you to the roots that connect us during this trying time/ we cannot see each other but we feel the presence of the trees whom we all see/ the trees we watch to pass the time/ the trees who comfort us through our windows/ they see us too/ they watch out for us/ and cherish us too/ we feed life into each other as our messages spread through their roots/ thank you to the trees for keeping us sane


columbus, ohio

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like a book... But first like a tree... Who sacrificed... unwillingly... its skin for the sake of knowledge... and art... and for the mind of the universe to imagine new worlds...

Robert Burns
New York

Remember...

Remember the ants that bit your toes look down at patches of grass and see the whole planet within them marvel at the eyes you have...to see the tiny galaxies amongst the green

Lovell S.
Austin, Texas

Earth's desire is...

To be breathed in and breathed out To flow downward and upward too To circle to cycle to spool To breathe as only rocks can To flow as only birds can To spool as only trees can

Mark
Del Mar, CA

Remember...

Remember Love

Emily
Mother Gaia

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like...a toad in a hole....or perhaps more majestically...like a fox in a den....or a clownfish in an anemone....somewhere that makes sense for me....I think it would be nice...to feel that I am in the right place...in my own little niche...I wonder if it is possible...for I the human child...to have a home

Violet Handforth
Miami, FL

I am...

I am the moss in the arms of the tree I am the gentle breath of the evergreens

Lukas
Portland, OR

I am...

I am the early bud of a blooming flower

sheila
Brooklyn

Something sacred...

Honey bees surround my head/ Landing lightly on my outstretched hand/ lifting off again moments later/ The silent swarm comforts me and my breathing begins to slow/ Passersby dip and dart to avoid the feared predators, but I bend, glide, twirl to the rhythm of their composed chaos.

Callan Shore
Charlottesville, Virginia

Thank you...

Thank you mountains for giving me a place to escape to when I'm feeling low... When you're covered in snow I feel like I'm in a wonderland and when you're green I feel like I'm in paradise


Salt Lake City Utah

I am...

I am breathing


Something sacred...

Holy the world who lets us in

Abby S
Hunterdon County,NJ

I am...

I am the whisper in the forests/ I am the curling of ravenous summer vines

Jessalin Nguyen
Houston, TX, USA

Something sacred...

Holy the sunlight That beams down onto my body, Rejuvenating and replenishing My muscles while running underneath The blue sky. Holy the blue sky. The robin-egg color Painted on the sky, Expansive and stretching, Across the world. Holy the white clouds That create magnificent pieces Of art right in front of our very own eyes Or dark and billowing clouds that loom over us In which we bow down to. Holy the sunlight. Holy the blue sky. Holy the clouds. Finally, holy the sky.


Manifesto...

Go with your love to the mountains. Stride up the slopes. Rest your body in her valleys. Swear allegiance to the wind and the trees holding sway over you. As soon as the hawks and ferns can predict your motions, join them. Leave no trail or trace to find your way back. Be like the one who leaves the world to find itself in her rocky arms. Practice resurrection.

Chelsea M.
Hunterdon County, NJ

I have been thinking about living like...

a nut / living on the cold hard ground / sitting as the world rushes round / I have been thinking about living like a leaf / flying through the sky / as I fall from the tree, standing high

Autumn
Mantua, Ohio

Something sacred...

Something sacred is everywhere! Your eye can see your nose can smell your skin can feel, each one seeing smelling and feeling the sacred around you, within you, you are sacred interconnected with all the other sacred breathing life.

Ann Brigit Waters
Willits CA

Remember...

Wave that crashes on the beach. That flows with languid reach / to your barefoot feet. That uncurls and fades / only to return and wash away.

Elizabeth
Seattle

Earth's desire is...

Earth's desire is to be in sync with people not to be trampled by their destructive instincts but to fully blossom from their compassionate spirituality that enhances all life.

Chris Collins
Bearsville, NY USA

Thank you...

a thank you note to love and nature... seaside cliff florets white and mauve wrap around in shimmers of sensuelle held in rock solid l'amour pulsatilla alpina vibrates in vertical delight along the ocean mountains

Kaitlynzq
United States

I am...

I am the steam off a cup of tea

Reza
McMinnville, Oregon

Remember...

The earth, the water, and the trees.

Brittany Kimzey
Portland, OR

Something sacred...

Something sacred sings me like a raven floating on untethered winds dreaming of rainbows diving out of blackened skies and shimmering as if her life depended on it.

Teri Micco
Santa Fe, New Mexico

Thank you...

Thank you to the Nurses, Doctors, and Medics for keeping them alive, and keeping me alive. You may not know it yet (and I may not know it yet), but I am there. I am there at every life saved, and every life lost. I may only be 10 years old, but I know how it feels, when a patient has lost their life, although, in their eyes, you can see they are still fighting, staring off into the battlefield of friends they have never met. Thank you to the patients who have covid 19, for giving us hope that we can get through this. Of course the Nurses, Doctors, and Medics are Heroes, but so are you. When someone thinks we've lost the battle, you swoop in and show them that you are still fighting. Thank you to Suzanne Collins for writing such an amazing series that tells us there are far worse times. Your book series has gotten me through this quarantine. Thank you to the basketball hoop in my backyard, who will always give me a swish of sucess. Thank you to my imagination, the pen, and the paper that have always inspired me to write. Thank you to the Heroes.

Maggie Pazderak, 10 years old
Silver Lake, Ohio, U.S.A.

Remember...

Remember sound of water splashing in the creek/Remember the chirping of crickets in the night/Remember the sound of the chickadee in the morning/Remember the colors of the sun in the evening/Remember the pitter-patter of water from the rain/Remember the flaps of the humming bird's wings/Remember the rhythm of the woodpecker on the tree/Remember the hoot of the owl on his perch/Remember the heart and soul of our lives/Remember our most beloved earth

Anonymous
Anonymous

Earth's desire is...

to nourish

Emily Flanders Schwartz
Portland, OR

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like a nomad/Feeling the earth's heartbeat through my soles/Treading to its steady rhythm

JR
London

Earth's desire is...

To be cared as a precious treasure

Mrs_machado

I am...

I am a sweet kid.

Isaiah
Ohio

Manifesto...

Take your loneliness to the roots of the trees, / enfold your soft body in their woody warmth. / Knots might dig into your back as you lie among them, / maybe you won't be comfortable for long, you'll have to shift, skooch / yet you'll be soothed by their touch. / Never mind: that's love there.

Juliana Beecher
Greensboro, VT

Remember...

Remember the way the wind whistled as she held them/the dying ones/a body full of flesh and bone but most of all wishes/ Remember how their eyes held the stars of the universe, but only the stars/ Remember how she was the one who took their lives/ she choose to set flame to the spirt/ Remember who holds the power/ Remember the moon, most luminous not posed by those who are possessed/ Remember the crashing wave beating the dirt from the cloth/ Remember you are not in charge/ for it is the ones whose wishes are buried in flesh, and souls captured in the rustling leaves, that hold the lights in the dark/ they hold the stars

Jinan Grace
Ohio

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like the wind/kissing the tops of trees/lifting pollen from stamens/spreading life wherever I blow/to rustle blades of grass/like a loving hand stroking the feathery hairs of a baby/ moving staleness - replacing it with anticipation/for the gift of hope tomorrow

Jana Lucille
Port Arthur, Texas

Thank you...

Thank you, Firefly, thank you for bringing the stars down to my backyard, where the heat of the day cools as night is escorted by thousands of twinkling lights, and laughter is being captured in glass jars.

Isabelle Siegel
Ohio

Earth's desire is...

To continue to be a nurturing and protective home, wanting only the same in return.

Yvonne
Chesapeake VA

Something sacred...

Holy the little minutes that evaporate into air We spend them in silence, over beans we just stare Holy the kale and your new j.crew shirt Holy this moment even if it may hurt Holy the path that leads to the sea With the algae and poppers that delight you and me Holy the sunlight- a gift of the day Holy the wind and the trees as they sway Holy your eyes and the way you hold me On this earth, In your arms- I’m as home as can be

B. Lee

Manifesto...

a quiet and mad wind stirs the dandelions up so for a moment, a fistful of them look alive and well. hope is one breathe longer than the grey plume, one beat breaking above noxious chains.

Soli Shin
New York

Remember...

Remember the path cut through the woods by small feet running past large green ferns and towering pines and the sinister blackberry. Think of this when you walk on the sidewalk that was once a path in the woods.

Rachel
Portland, OR

Manifesto...

Plant hope seeds amidst the storm

Sebastian
Colombia

I am...

I am the Hawk/ Keen of sight. I am the Hare/ Listening with delight. I am the Bear/ Ever strong. I am the Wolf/ I know where I belong. I am the Cat/ Comfortable in the night. I am myself/ Standing up for what is right.

Scarlet Wind
Ohio

I am...

monkey

Matteo
New York

Remember...

I do remember... It hasn’t faded all these fifty years… Since that morning when the sun lit up the Eastern Gate and she received me I remember this connection to the Earth Mother who still holds me so close in the bosom of these ancient rolling hills… I remember... Listening to answer ancient prayers the roots of our connection speak volumes of alive poetry… Joy… Yes. Joy. I remember! I remembered when the first turtle this season offered her medicine allowing me to see her across the road... “Slow down.” she said. I listened. Listening is easier with the whole world stationed in place… to the song of the birds reclaiming their space in the field… The chatter of squirrels… Fluffy young feathers falling from the eagles nest… I remember... In the bright yellow forsythia blooming in the grey spring morning... Crocuses peeking through late fallen snow... Plucking just a bit of cedar for my tea Medicine for strengthening in this uncertain time. I remember. As the two-leggeds settle our footprint from pound to tiptoe... the Earth Mother Celebrates our stillness. And I lean deeper and deeper into the place where mourning meets my Father’s Father’s Father’s Mother’s prayer and gifts the air with gentle memories… Tears caress the landscape of softening cheeks cleansing and quenching as the water we are does... I remember May all beings be free from suffering and the root of suffering… May we remember the gift of every breath… Remember to Listen Recall Replenish Restore Revision Rebuild Rematriate the way forward in the purest sense… Regenerate with grace. Mother Earth knows… She doesn’t owe us anything. Remember?

Rachel Marco-Havens
Woodstock, NY

I am...

I am the rumble of a winding river / I am the creaking trees as the breezes rushes by / I am robin tweeting to my fledglings / I am a tulip bursting open in the sun / I am a mountain rising little by little / I am the fog on a cool summer morning / I am a leaf surrounded by reds, oranges, yellows and greens / I am the ant scurrying over a picnic blanket / I am the salamander basking in the light

Liz Wyman
Manchester, NH

Remember...

Remember the paths you walked in childhood/Go back to visit sometime, and let the earth hold you up with each step/as you are renewed in your reduction/yet grown as big as the sky

Rhiannon Bryk
Kent, Ohio

Remember...

Remember the flowers, littering the ground with beauty and not hate of the earth. Colors popping out at you, scary at first, but then they whisper in your ear, "Keep me alive. Don't let pollution cut me out of the world, but don't let it cut you out either. Don't let it make its way to your heart, blinding you from what is truly beautiful."

Maggie Pazderak
Silver lake, Ohio. U.S.A

I am...

I am beautiful and strong

Ge Ge
Kent, OH

We, this people...

We, this people, in spite of inequality in spite of injustice in spite of pandemics in spite of our isolation in spite of our extinction practice We, this people, must continue to be people to each other to ourselves to our world

Travis Matteson
Canisteo, NY

I am...

LIFE JOURNEY (raison d’étra) I am as love-warrior poet-writer-doer exploring-sharing partial-wholistic in-sights (while exposing my/our blindspots) to seeing and standing-under All-That-Is. I thank the Giver of Life illuminating our way through myriad twists and turns (intrinsic essential parts of the journey) by the light of the North Star’s guiding truth — Love and be loved is path, purpose, destination within All-That-Is and Yet-May-Be. To love and be loved … To love and be loved … Repeated so as not to forget Life’s joyous secret hidden in plain sight everywhere. ron bell

Ronald Bell
Illinois

I am...

I am a lightning bolt cracking the sky/ I am the forest mosses that tickle your shins / I am a flower blossoming into a delightful green/ I am the red whisper of sun before it sleeps/ I am an eagle’s claws grasping at food /I am a turtle, slow and laboring on a lily pad/ I am a dolphin with its blowhole glittering into the salt spray

Susan and Victoria Coronel
Ridgewood, NY

Earth's desire is...

to be a part and home of beautiful creation, marking the expansive passage of time.

Andy
Northfield

I am...

I am the green leaf, that just sprouted. I am the yellow sun, shining bright. I am the bird, soaring up above.

Bennett Crookston
Kent, Ohio, Usa

Thank you...

Thank you horizon.You give me something to look forward too for when the days are dark I know I can look to you. You go beyond what I can see and are God's reminder of hope that he placed at the end of the sea.

Chevy Henry
Trinidad and Tobago

Earth's desire is...

to be touched each day with warm dancing feet and for each two-footed being to honor the truth that every soft, sharp, stomping, sliding, shuffling step is a dance upon the stage of their own existence.

Kelly Hambly
Kent, Ohio

Remember...

Greening spring grass, pink Cherry blossoms against the blessing sky, the robin sitting in its nest during an April snow, the spring beauties dancing at the feet of a Maple tree, the geese landing in a the nearby pond, the Oak standing strong for us. Feel them, feel oneness with them all.

Marce Ciccotelli
Defiance Ohio

Earth's desire is...

The Earth's Note of music is like rain hitting your head When the Earth measures angles you can feel the plates of her moving When we the humans walk upon her, she wants to explode that's why the volcano's erupt or as I say EXPLODE!

Elsa Harder
Ohio

Earth's desire is...

to be adored in her luscious beauty. To dream in thousands of colors and to share that dream with all who live among the reeds and willows of her changing body. For her children to listen closely and with intent and to drink of her deep peace and to allow that change them… let go of their mad ambition for cruelty and domination… and begin to experience creation as sacred again… as we once did… if only we could remember… by Being with her… talk with Her. “Mother? I am listening… what do I have to learn from you today?" Instead of Telling Her what you are going to do… Ask Her what She needs ... and when she reveals the truth of what She needs from You... Say Yes.

Michaela
Connecticut

We, this people...

We the people have the right to say what we want to say, be what we want to be and that's the beauty of our country

Grace Schoenberger
Ohio

We, this people...

are in this together We, this people are all we have


Ohio

I am...

I am fallen snow on a late spring morning/ I am a mama robin full of life/ I am a weeping crab apple tree ready to burst/ I am the 50th Earth Day filled with gratitude.

Courtney White
New York

I am...

I am a singing bird in the morning sun


NYC

Thank you...

thank you sun. this morning you rose and cleaned the coats of the hospital workers. you rose and warmed the bones of everything i love. you rose and let my brothers and sisters on the other side take some rest. you rose and made it possible to see all over again this infinite beauty we are a part of. you rose and warmed the ground and made the wind blow. you keep things dancing around here.

Tory
Goshen, MA

Earth's desire is...

I yearn to see a sunrise upon my waking, For the silence of the countryside. Only to be interrupted by the pure melodies of other beings. I want to wake up and say nothing Except for my heart to beat out so strong that what surrounds me feels me when I rise, In my joy, in my gratitude, in my becoming. In the softness of the mornings, I wish to turn out of my bed at the pace of the sun illuminating the horizon. And in the night drift back into the arms of my lover with that same slowness. To witness how I rise and fall Like everything

Emily Coralyne
Syracuse, NY

Remember...

Remember when we hiked in the woods/ past the small waterfall in early spring/ and stayed to stare as sun-sparkles/ shimmered on the dripping icicle stream?/ Remember how, before the fall, it ran clear/ to the sandstone ledge, beneath a pane/ of fractured ice, of thawing leaves, trickling/ over an edge to which it can never return?/

C. Flynn
Kent

I am...

I am what I am but that's not all I am.

Fred P
Kent, OH

I have been thinking about living like...

i have been thinking about living like the breeze kisses my shoulders / and whispers joyful secrets as / laughter surrounds and the salt of the earth / touches salt water/ touches big/ pink/ purple/ orange/ sun / set.

aly
Austin, TX

Earth's desire is...

Earth's desire is to be a stage... Reverberations of shattered love felt at center stage... Tears of black abyss fall on her worn footing... Monologues of ultimatums and proclomations of affirmation... Frolics to and fro furthering the tale of her allure.. A play of reality, of loss, love, laughs, and life... A standing ovation where we all stand in unity.

Brook Wyers
Ravenna, Ohio

I am...

I am the Dream almost remembered/ I am a dove song echoing at forest’s edge/ I am the morning light in the arms of a new day/ I am moist, savory earth waiting to be touched/

Linda D. Addison
Tucson, AZ

I am...

I am the river running free

marianne
dolores, Co

I am...

I am a neutron in fission history / unto an entire world contained. / I am the stone that skips the pond serine, / I am a ripple throughout time.

Sylvia C.
Kent, Ohio

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like the ocean. With unknown secrets lying within,my calm exterior fading as the storm clouds roll in ; Expressing my anger for the trash dropped in me, Oh yes I have been thinking about living like the sea.

Che velle Henry
Trinidad, W.I.

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like a dolphin / Unlike any other at sea, I would be / Exploring Venice, now empty / Blue-green and gleaming crystalline, untouched by humans I have been thinking about living like a bee / Dazzling and fuzzy-buzzing with out pesticide fear / Living on a fluffy Spring Pear Blossom / Gardenias at dusk, lush and fragrant / So that all the bees would know that we can be Queen I have been thinking about living like an Ocelot / In South Texas, where we would roam free / visiting North Mexico through the breeding tunnels / where there can be no Wall, only children of other Ocelots --Rain Graves

Rain Graves
USA

Thank you...

Thank you Ocean/ For giving us a glimpse at infinity/ In hues of cerulean, sapphire, and aquamarine/ You taught us what it felt like to dream/ To fly/ In waves that abound into a fantasy of sight and sound Teeming with life and love and lionfish/ Coral reefs and anemone and octopi /Whether tentacled or finned your current extended its hand to all/ Thank you for the goodnight kisses/ As your saltine mist spread enveloped the shore/ Thank you most of all for kindness The way you ebb and flow/ unfettered towards the coming day /Sunrise/ Sunset You captured sunbeams and in your reflection/ We too, found light

Elizabeth Shvarts
Staten Island, NY

I am...

HUMAN. / the strangest of lives; / eyes peeled open / the fire that cries / the flicker that weeps / 'til its thirst is quenched / sends a new seed sprouting / to uproot the entrenched

ekchen
new york city

Thank you...

Thank you Ocean, For giving us a glimpse at infinity In hues of cerulean, sapphire, and aquamarine You taught us what it felt like to dream To fly In waves that abound into a fantasy of sight and sound Teeming with life and love and lionfish Coral reefs and anemone and octopi Whether tentacled or finned your current extended its hand to all Thank you for the goodnight kisses As your saltine mist spread enveloped the shore Thank you most of all for kindness The way you ebb and flow unfettered towards the coming day Sunrise Sunset You captured sunbeams and in your reflection We too, found light

Elizabeth Shvarts
Staten Island

I am...

I am the daughter of the moon and the stars. My father is the Sun. My flesh was formed from the crust of the Earth. And in my veins, the Rivers run. The Universe and I are one.

Norma Carney
New Windsor, NY

I am...

I am the gentle whale / I am the deep ripples of the teal ocean around her body. / I am the moan of her throat vibrating against coral. / I am the throbbing sunlight flashing on the tides, rippling and sparkling in foam. / I am the salt of the spray. / I am the tears of the giant mother. / I am the song on her giant tongue, drifting in the current and ricocheting off rocks. / I am traveling bodies and veins. / I am a message of oneness; life, rippling in flesh. /

Janina Bagherzadeh
Oviedo, FL

I have been thinking about living like...

a breath filling the branches of a child’s laughing lungs then releasing as she sings -you are my sunshine- beneath a sprawling oak who moves the breath back into the world clean and ready for the singing child who gulps and brays -my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are gray.-

Kelly Hambly
Kent, Ohio

We, this people...

Who can't understand Where we are, summertime.

Josinete Bastos.
From Brasil to Portugal

Thank you...

for the waters from whence I came

Genie
New York, NY

Manifesto...

catch me if you can winking ever further on shimmering in the stillness dancing on the tips of waves dripping from your tears licking laughter from your teeth revealing endless secrets sating the soul's longing birthing generation upon generation gathering time's ephemeral particles catch me if you can

Heidi Fichtenbaum
Princeton, NJ

Manifesto...

Take off your shoes. / Venture forth, explore and discover / with no coverings on your feet. Feel the earth raw beneath you. Her heat and stubble. / Knots, tangles and supple strength./ Smooth smells on your soles. / Joyful songs played on your toe keys. / Earthing.

Nancy Garmer
Melbourne, FL

I am...

I am the scent of creosote after a Sonoran shower, and the curving matrix of barrel cactus spines.

Christopher Wick
Tucson, AZ

I am...

I am a cricket chirping songs of love

Chrystal
Kent

I am...

I am crisp blue Colorado morning light

Ro
Dolores, CO

Remember...

...the fluffy clouds of romance; begotten and begun, time and dreams becoming one...nature observing itself you and you and whoever one’s with...remember the Ever present and the past and the memories simultaneously ok now on the muddy dunes of the Mississippi River bloody with mud ... remember the infinite love and the finite life; remember how we used to roll down hills in Vermont as children verdure green pastures growing and glowing with the radiant sunshine of love and wonderment; bookish playful, ephemeral, joyful and optimistic and still more to come! Remember smiley faces and cartoons and snowball fights and snowmen and snow angels in the streets of Massachusetts all snowy day and night long! Ah! Remember joy is joy to live joy to be joy means nothing dies no system No life...only the new Louvre of a finality found in joyful Timelessness...vernal wonder without temporal duration .... will your love transform from remembering ? Yea! Relax ever wonder what its like to be and feel strong sitting upside down as a constellation over that beautiful dark North Atlantic ? Peace upon you and all peaceful smiley faces aeterna pax

Alexej Savreux
South Burlington, Vermont

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like/ a wavelength from the sun/ Pure energy rushing here to greet us... I have been thinking about living like a bird/ Singing all day/ The praises of good wind/ and tree branches/ I have been thinking about living like the soil/ Growing pretty things, Delicious things, Natural things.

Sara Van Eerde
North Haledon, New Jersey

Thank you...

Thank you soil, for being under my nails-my barefooted laugh and kin sun toes. It is a whirly-gig balance, and moss dimpled splash, of simple stones and rain coloured rows. The beauty of chaotic dancing. Only earth can keep track of the the strings, catching the cobwebbed light, and all my little foolish things. And- in a patchwork childhood, stuck together by sap and spittle. Carbon-it is a simple solution. I have too much, soil to little. Hear! let me open my palm I think I've found a seed and now and there! It is just a matter of balance, a matter of caring, but never has it felt so good to share. Thank the wind that blows the taste of spring to my tounge, though I am not yet awake myself. Never mind that, thank to the bees - the fact was once a fear can become a comfort, a comfort itself. The dog-eared dawn has a new story to tell, and bird speckled air tickles the breeze of the morning. So the light tap dances upon the brooks chuckle hum, click clack chuckle above the ferns snoring And in the reprise of this wonderful world, we have grown up and down and in between. Thanks to all the drifting the found, slipping past sight or singing to be seen. Restored, regenerated, revived, so all may slumber safe and sound. Thanks to the trees who chuckle each day, head in the clouds and roots in the ground.

Natalia
Shutesbury

Remember...

Remember when you were born, how the wind swept through the land with great strain and triumph? How it made the sagebrush billow in its presence, how it's hands held each scented petal...

Mack S.
Kent, Ohio

I am...

I am the sagebrush on the mountainside and I am the mountain that houses the sagebrush. I am the sky the mountain kisses and also, I am the sky.

M.R.S
Washington Court House, Ohio

Thank you...

Tiny pebble, how astray your spherical nature... twisting under my brother's shoe... and teetering his balance... tottering under his feet... grinding into the Earth... imprinting his rubber sole... this laughter as he rolls

Terry S.
Kent, OH

Manifesto...

Go hike the stone, the carved-out caves, the body who wears the ocean on her wrist. Indulge in the dirt, the grass seed that looms over your memories. Forget not the lost bear who attempts to hug you, for when your piercing bullet plummets into his belly, he will give up on hope.

Eric Walden
Mansfield, OH

I am...

I am the bowl left empty, the jelly between the crust. I am her spirit left to roam, the map with no instruction.. I am desolate

Jenny Craig
Iowa

I am...

I am the fragile hope of a snow-covered bud

Emily
Ann Arbor, Michigan

I have been thinking about living like...

I've been thinking of living like / the small dog who sits on my foot; / not caring for much beyond / things that are good and wholesome.

Liz
PA

Something sacred...

Holy the way / light filters through leaves / cheesecloth canopies / mouthing the sky.

R. S.
Kent

We, this people...

We, this people, Must breathe the sky slowly/ Must flow in rivers peacefully / Must share and not occupy or destroy / Or be where we should not / Must respect the tilting willow/ And the weeping cherry blossom/ Must extend our hands generously/ And help the world heal/

Yamany, N

Manifesto...

Go to where trees meet the sky/ Tiptoe the edge of grass/ Listen to a honking geese telling you not to get too close/ Walk behind a mallard, let it take you to the waters/ Learn the ripple of nature, of its moments of budding, blooming/ And letting you know that you are part of its soul/ If you could only be!

Nisro
Makkah

I am...

I am a river flowing to where clouds float/ I am magnolia trees, majestically blooming in seasons of becoming/ I am daffodils, defiant, bright and making your day in a special way.

Nisreen Y
Saudi Arabia

Remember...

Remember the baby's breath, Queen Anne's Lace, weave work of garden and dirt

Elizabeth
Maryland

I am...

I am the gentle snore of a big dog

Ian
Wadsworth, OH

We, this people...

We this people must care for each other like a sparrow nudging its sister into flight

Carrie
Akron, OH

Thank you...

Mud, you spark my joy with your thick bubbles, the dogs playing in your puddles, the birds leaving their tracks in you. Thank you, mud.

Cooper J.
Las Vegas

I am...

I am a daisy in a valley, I move with the wind and I reach for the sun.

Lee
Ohio

We, this people...

must not forget our place in this world. A 4.5 billion year Earth, and we only inhabit a tiny fracture of its timeline. Let us, this people, rejoice and gain favor with this planet to kingdom come.

Hunt
Cleveland

Thank you...

Thank you, Earth, for allowing us a temporary home along this cosmic journey. Thank you for being at just the right temperature for us to recognize your hidden beauty. Thank you, Earth, for being forgiving of our frequent chaotic nature. Thank you, Earth, for filling up every trench and crevice of your body with water and land. Thank you, Earth, for being you.

Christian
Cleveland

Remember...

Remember the rain, it swallows the earth and fosters life

Cait
Ohio

I am...

an expression of dust woven together by the stars, birthed by the universe as a son of tangible thought.

Isaiah
Cleveland

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like the sun, bright and warm, inviting the people to rejoice

Kate
Cleveland

Earth's desire is...

To be the fruit, the jewels in the night sky, the first hoot of a newborn owl.

Jess
Kent, Ohio

I am...

I am the mouth of the river. I am sea bound. I am a song sung for hundreds of miles. I am the golden notes of sunshine. I am the first blue splash.

Brian
USA

Earth's desire is...

Earth's desire is to be your happy friend. Your soft and fat and happy friend. Your friend who cares for you when you are sick. Who gives you water when you are thirsty. Who sings your name as you sleep.

Georgia
Colorado Springs

Remember...

Remember the soil that nourishes the seeds and warms your feet. Listen to it cracking and moving. Give it rain. Give it sun.

Dani
Denver

Manifesto...

¿Qué puedo decir para incitarte a defender la Tierra? ¿Recordarte como se siente el sol? ¿el sabor de la sal, el olor del laurel? ¿El chirrido de grillo en noche de verano, el arco iris después de lluvia? ¿Lo que es amar? ¿Imploraré a tu goce o a tu pavor? Puede ser terrible la Tierra en sus tormentas y en sus temblores pero es la medida de cual paraíso imaginemos jamás. Tú y yo moriremos demasiado pronto pero que no siga la vida es más allá de aceptable. ¿Qué puedo decir para que ames la vida suficiente para que actúes y alces la voz en su defensa?

© Rafael Jesús González
Berkeley, CA

Thank you...

Thank you, tide. You restarted my clock. You kissed my knees with your salty lips.

Donna
Beaufort, South Carolina

I am...

I am the sun-warmed mud. I am the first yellow daffodil of Spring.

Wyatt
Boston

I am...

I am the rustling of new leaves. I am the brush of new wings.

Stevie
Stow

We, this people...

We, this people, owe this Earth our loyalty. We, this people, just live for her. We, this people, must love what she loves: us.

Charlotte
Cleveland

Manifesto...

Go with your children to the sea. Dip to your ankles. Cherish the incoming and outgoing tide.

Jean S.
Boston

Something sacred...

Holy the Spring buds opening. Holy the flowers, holy the bees. Holy the ground bursting forth with warmth and light.

Lise
Carson, California

I am...

I am the fields at dawn, sun spilling their golden song over Ohio corn.

Jessica
Ohio

Earth's desire is...

To be touched and filled with peace

Courtney Malita
Cuyahoga falls, ohio

Thank you...

Thank you, ocean / for your beauty / for your healing / for your beating heart of our delicate ecosystem.

William
New York, NY

Remember...

Remember the hissing of cicadas and the bright sun beating down on your back. / The feel of warm soil and the smell of summer rain.

Peter
Hudson

Something sacred...

Holy the rivers and trees. Holy the fog that rises each morning. Holy the birds crowing their mating songs.

Barnabas
Chicago

Earth's desire is...

The Earth's desire is to be painted clean in blues and greens.

Andrea
New Paris, Ohio

Remember...

Remember the fallow/ fields, too. Listen/ to them resting/ waiting to live again.

Michael
Pennsylvania

I am...

I am the grace on the lips of the online preacher.

Maria
Atlanta, Georgia

I am...

I am wishing to be the wind/I am a seed floating within/ I am grown

Zachary
Bolivar, Ohio

Remember...

Remember the skin that came before; / kiss the bark of trees and film of rivers / freckled and understated as our own.

Regan Schell
Pittsburgh

Something sacred...

When I’ve come to these places, I think of the spaces, of thinking and being my people have been...They witnessed a presence, Not of logic or sense, But of prophets that spoke some great truths…So they sat and they pondered, About an unknown place on yonder, That was to be guided by spirit and faith...So into their canoes, Loaded with clues, So obscure but carried with love…Love for that day, As they left the red bay, And set on their journey for us…For we are the ones, That their focus was on, The children of rainbows and desire...Its our day today, To remember what prophets say, We are the children of the Seventh Fire…We need to embrace, With Creator given grace, The messages obscure to us...So those coming behind, Will once again find, The trail of faith and love left for us...

Mike Nadjiwon, Little Half Moon
Sudbury, Ontario

I have been thinking about living like...

I have been thinking about living like a wellspring... ever renewing... ever flowing... delighting in birdsong and grateful for the friends who protect and guide me: the trees.

Shannon
Kildare, Ireland

I am...

I am a giant saguaro surviving brutal heat with my thick skin but thriving because of my soft interior

Kate
Tucson, AZ

I am...

I am a leaf quivering toward spring's breeze

Tim
Delaware, Ohio

I am...

I am that which is a lifetime of wonder the dust of eons and generations before me and the hope and being of those who come after me. I am the water that moves through me. the earth that grounds me The air that surrounds and fills me I am that which is a life much nourished and happy to give

Andrew
Portland, OR

I am...

I am also the Wind that blows from the primordial caves

Mindahi
New York City, NY
Launch me