My Dear Mother Earth,
As we turn toward the sun, the warming air fills my breath. The promise of buds take shape and my spirit swells with birdsongs.
Your being is the comfort of cedar bogs, the nourishing flow of water, the cheerful emergence of flowers in the forest carpet, and the cool soft give of earth beneath my feet.
Under the tired leaves of past seasons you offer rest to my loved ones, and the vibrant shoots emerge from which my children will grow.
Your loving and patient presence transforms my fears into soft humus. My hopes, deeply rooted, expand and reach toward the sun.
With hands embracing soil, I offer gratitude.