Counting On Each Other As The World Falls Down
Depending Upon Sally And Don, and the Earth we dwell upon

Grief is like fire taking a tree, or the snarl of deforestation A burning world into which we are hurled stumbling in frustration But people with hearts share their food: the produce of their toil, It reminds me that we each can be, a seed within the soil So don’t wait for giant corporate to simply stop polluting Lobby, yes, and advocate, but choose seeds true to fruiting Share your good deeds, explain your needs, it’s not just a virtue signal Share globally and thoughtfully, always remaining regional
My family is very small, at home, just two of us We always wanted just one kid, but fate is not justice Extended family? Small as well — I have only one brother. We once were many but time would tell. Now, it’s just each other But there is a friend I have; I have known most of all my years She’s been there to inspire, both laughter and tears She rolls like a real sister, like how a river feeds the land And, now with her kind mister, they lend a helping hand
A seed is just a tiny thing, but God made them abundant To teach us and to reach us, “Too much love” is not redundant Given the Greenland facts, we each have a sacred task To do the minimum required to fulfill each calling that is asked As the water rises, driving crisis in New York and Mumbai Remember to love thy neighbor, and to laugh, not just to cry As the sun pulls us in orbit, and dry skies glare sharp with stars Despair is showing — but we are sowing — seeds for all that’s ours
Look at the person nearest you, aren’t they an ecosystem? Look at the tree, the bee, the sea, and see: interwoven wisdom





