The Earth’s Silent Pact
Standing on Earth, quiet and still,
guardians in her ancient, whispering forests,
under the vast, watchful sky.
Her breath in the wind, her heartbeat in the rivers,
a rhythm, old and soft, a dance of delicate balance.
We are her children, temporary but aware,
holding a trust as old as time –
once we took, now we care and give,
choosing softly, deliberately,
planting seeds for tomorrow’s bloom.
Our steps, once heavy,
now walk with reverence and care.
in every leaf, a universe; in every breeze, a hint of hope,
in every drop of water, the essence of life.
Rivers take our promises to new lands,
mountains, ancient and knowing,
oceans, deep with secrets,
they echo our respect, our duty.
We talk to tomorrow in shades of green and blue,
planting not in our gardens, but in time’s fabric,
a silent pact with tomorrow,
a promise for those yet to walk her paths, breathe her air.
The Earth, alive and holding our dreams,
feeds our dreams in her embrace.
In her care, we learn the weight of love,
the shape of responsibility.
Our legacy, in each act of care, a promise:
to look after, to hold dear, to admire.
In our choices, she lives; in our respect, she grows,
a living mosaic, echoing through time,
a gift of love, in every leaf and stone.
