By S.R. Fergi

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We are Beings of the Sea. Salt

Courses through our veined reefs, and hearts

 Tread red water in tides beside the extremities of winds, blessings, and tragedies. 

An ecosystem of balanced minerals lays the

Foundation of a thriving form long 

Removed from its once deepwater womb. 

We are Beings of the Trees. Long arms, opposable thumbs for

Reaching, grasping, handling. 

Compassion and intellect for teaching, loving,

Sharing. We

Summit innumerable heights across bark, lichen, stone. 

From wooden bones of well-rooted earth we

Fashion tools that one day 

Proliferate into malleable clay of creation from which we 

Collaborate to design, define, and visit after the great echelons of human civilization. 

We are beings of the sky. With wings plucked from metal and ingenuity cradled by 

“Why not?”, we

Chase Sun across sky in hollowed, metallurgic birds, and further

Ascend into the Black Sea of stars above. 

More than anything, we are Beings of the Earth. 

How more often we should be 

Reminded of that simple, yet eternal, truth. 

How more often we should dig fingers into well-tended soil, and 

Feel the gentle pulse from a Matriarch of 

Root, stone, soil, and Life. 

Devoting time to maintaining Her,

The Mother of All Mothers, across all species and distinctions, 

Resounds as a worthy cause that cannot be

Weathered away by time or technology. 

For what else is left if we can no longer 

Support the sea, sky, and earth that across 

Spans of billions of breaths have 

Supported us? 

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