It is the edifice of creation
The firmament of foundation
Our good, our ground, our gravitation
Giving us mineral, soil, plant and seed
To make our home, sustaining every generation
The Earth was born of sun and will keep its soul
Until the sun’s fire reclaims it, swallows it whole
It shields, heals, feeds us; is both our food and bowl
It is every rock, tree, river, and reed
We call it “Mother”...