I hold all of humanity in my loving embrace,
breathing life into the world.
I give and I give and I give
until there is almost nothing left to take.
I'm sorry my children, 
but your mother is dying.

I have given life to so many
(Too many)
Too many that harm and 
give nothing back.
Too many who ignore the facts,
the reality,
of their future.
Too many who sit back 
and watch motionless
as the world

around them.

Things can seem hopeless and scary, 
but there is still so much that you can do.
I urge you:
your power.

If we come together as one,
earth and bone,
with fires in our cores
nothing can stop us.

The clock is ticking,
and your mother sends her love.

The Woodland Wallflower

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