I give you the earth
My child, gift of love
Its contoured face carved
By time, and the weather’s knife
Its patchwork of forests
Sewn with the threads of rivers
Its oceans
Of salted life
I give you the rhythms
Of time and tide, and voices
The drum roll of rainfall
When the ground’s tight skin is dry
I give you a choir
Of leaves to sing the wind to you
A palette of sungold
For a canvass-ful of sky
I give you your place
On this planet of wonders
Crown jewel of the heavens
In a Guinness-black dome
I give you the garden
God’s artistry has landscaped
To be your classroom and playground
Your palace
Your home
For joy
I give you laughter
For peace
I give you sleep
For fear and failure
My embrace to call upon
I give you the earth
My child, gift of love
And I give you my prayer
That you live
To pass it on
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