May we all be blessed to understand
When we walk among her trees, her mountains, her rivers, her flowers
It is only through our arrogance
that we think of Mother Earth as a resource
instead of our inheritance
May we be blessed wherever we walk upon Mother Earth
wherever we happen to be
to take a moment look around
and bask in all the beauty that we see.
And when we depart each place we’ve walked…
after basking in all the beauty that surrounds her…
may she be blessed that we have left her
as beautiful as we found her.
Each morning as I take a walk on Mother Earth not only am I excited by what I see
but I get to walk among her musicians playing their morning symphony.
After years and years of walking I’ve come to understand
how Mother Earth is the conductor and all her creations are her band.
From the wind that whistles through her trees
to the singing of her birds and the buzzing of her bees.
From her crickets who sing back-up while keeping out of sight
to her loud claps of thunder that sound like cymbals in the night.
From how her waves out in her ocean beat a rhythm on the shore
to the notes her raindrops make upon the rooftops
or as they dance upon her forest floor.
From the sound her snow makes floating down in winter
to her Autumn leaves that fall…
thanks to Mother Earth’s amazing orchestra…
I have heard them all.
And every walk on Mother Earth is as different as night and day…
because I never know which of her musicians will be coming out to play.
Which is why every morning I’m excited to hear
with what music Mother Earth will fill her air
to walk around and discover what sounds
her orchestra has waiting for me there.