Children of the Earth

A springtime gratitude poem

Heavy petaled spring flowers ballet fall sideways under weighty spring wind.

We all go sideways while medicinal rain heals us —

humans and flowers exchanging air spiritual iridescence rainbow drop anointments.

We kneel in child’s pose before satin dewy petals, stems bow.

Natural namaste in reverence for all life: struggle conviction growth rest surrender emergence.

Our roots cord to earth’s center milky way’s starry dreamscape.

The flowers feel sustenance. We feel sustenance.

Warm drops of rain anoint our holy heads coax us out of our armor.

We rise in synch, in tune learning to blossom together:

children of the earth.

Aimée Gramblin is currently working on completing her first book — a memoir that documents her childhood, coming of age, and adulthood through a lens of experiences in nature. She examines a life lived with mental health disorders — anxiety, depression, and OCD. From an intense and tumultuous childhood to becoming a parent herself, Gramblin often turns to nature for wisdom in distilling, interpreting, and learning from her history so that she can grow forward on her path, with the hope of inspiring others to do the same.