Mother Nature leaves us crying in the crib
As we fight, break, kill, crush
She listens solemnly, watches wearily
As her children take their bodies too seriously
Manifest power over love,
Seek domination against their own,
Plant flags on borrowed lands,
Preach candy-coated hate.
She stands, ear pressed opposite the door
Waiting for her babies’ thumbs to find their mouths,
Coo themselves to steady-breaths, steady-hearts
Realize that the next sunrise brings a chance
To heal, to help, to humble.
– Elizabeth Hernandez