You give me sunshine;  your optimism 
I give you Place. Grounded stability.
You provide levity, adventure, propelling action.
I take care of detail, routine, the repeated minutiae 
of sustainability.

A balancing act in flux;  we are symbiotic partners.
We’d best opt for protection;
our habitat is measured; proportionally equal.
Balanced like the yin/yang symbol,  
neglect could extinguish us
causing death 
by Disparity.

Treat your home with love; it will sustain you.
Unattended, webbing can tear.
A net’s weave is strong when its connections are true.

Our actions have changed things more than we knew.
We haven’t treated our surroundings with care.
Treat your home with love; it will sustain you.

Stories are told using many a hue;
facts about deeds not always laid bare.
A net’s weave is strong only when its connections are true.

The lies we were told by greedy oligarchs grew. 
Their practice of depletion and pillage for profit, not fair.
Treat our home with love; it will sustain you.

Let us rip open the veil and see through.
We need all be invested in our habitat’s fare.
A net’s weave is strong when its connections are true.

Time has come for action that’s new.
Create stewardship in which we all have a share.
Treat Home with love; it will sustain you.
A net’s weave’s as strong as it’s connections are true.

Just the tips; 
small green ears, 
alert in the soil, reaching for a sound.

They make funnels for the rain.
First gasps of air above sleeping ground
and sweetly rotted leaves.

Time to push aside a pungent blanket;
claim the freedom to rise up.
Standing shoulder to shoulder, 

as a group growing older
with each drink of sunlight;
stronger, sturdy.

In a blink, 
now well past eruption,
this green congregation

is a chorus in tune, 
raising arms to Sky,
praising Glory.