As seed and pollen emigrate
yearning for new life to take root,
so water and air immigrate,
prodigal elements repent.
We dig our toes into the soil,
turn our faces up to the sun.
Grounded in our reality,
always reaching for the heavens,
and its life giving energy.
We are many and much to earth;
umbrellas that cool in the heat,
blankets that shield against the wind.
As we are food for the hungry,
and medicine for the unwell,
home to life not yet discovered,
the frames to homes as yet unbuilt.
We are integral to this world,
and part of the community.

M. Zane McClellan

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