“When there is no land left to plant a tree,
A human garden I will be.
I will seed and water and let the roots take hold in my bones,
I will not creak, I will not moan.
I will give my body to the earth,
As I am nature, I’ll let the flowers bloom forth.
We are all connected in this circle of life,
And I can no longer bare to hear the trees cry.
They call out for help to keep their network alive.
For if they go, all of the world will decay and die.
My skin will become the soil and my blood will keep them fed,
I will give way to the mother of us all with no regret.
See the leaves grow from my fingertips,
A forest rising from my unbroken grip.
My veins twirling around keeping the roots secure,
Soon my humanity will be no more.
But I will bear ancient knowledge of nature’s lore and communicate like the plants and trees,
And If you find a small patch of woods listen close, you will hear me.
The human garden, softly singing her song,
Of sacrifice and hope, where life still remains where it belongs. “
Poem by me titled Mother Earth
TGIG everyone…
Sasysquatchgirl 