and the earth says...

and while you write,
i attempt to read...
the pattern in the necklace beads,
the flow of life from root to seeds.

and while to sleep,
i try to breath...
the smell of love,
so far yet deep.

and while you talk,
i try to hear...
the sound of energy,so faint but near.

and while you laugh,
i wait to cry...
over all the years gone by.
when life and love and energy were known...
when the leaf would sit the water throne...
and the sun would make you smile not groan.