It is cold, 27°, summer and fall have surrendered to winter. The earth itself seems to have turned off our mean cultural rhetoric and shaking her head, gone to bed. The earth is the kindest act on planet earth; grows grains in America alone by the billions of bushels baskets. Grows trees, roses, and bananas, grazes cows, giraffes and feeds panda bears, (them alone worthy of all kinds of altars of praise). It rains here, so all this food can grow, push roots into darkness and raising ripeness to the light of the sun; oh and yes our star, our very own, light arrives here at the perfect temperature, no thermostat or utility bill in tow. And then there are clouds to carry rain, and colors to make sure we buy oranges and greens and maple trees can show off and snow so we can invent snowboards so Shawn White can be cool. There are trees that can transform to fire and homes and wind to blow turbines and oceans for salmon for patties and clownfish so Pixar can have a model for us to find Nemo. Earth comes with dirt for dams and rocks for countertops and David’s and St. Peters and so granddaddy’s can teach grandchildren how they can skip…and just on a whim it seems, there is plenty of oxygen to go around
For you
And me
And new Zachy Lee
But would you listen to us carry on, at least to those the media is always pointing the cameras at and placing their mic in front of… God, please send in the clowns, the ones we named fish, everyone should calm down and watch a Disney movie, Pollyanna would be a good one. Because remember Planet Earth does not have to wake back up. She can stay in bed and no politician, pundit or Pout Pout Fish can get her up…but Someone can and has promised “As long as the earth remains, there will be planting and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night." We might want to try and act a little more grateful.
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