Be still and be human.

Beyond the fallow fields

of dire times, there lies

the harvest that keeps 

us alive and gives us 

the grains of hope.

 

The cycle goes on 

as it always has.

 

The beautiful rose dies but the plant

lives in its intimacy with the earth.

Water it and believe in life.

Water it.

 

The human is not more than the rose.

 

Be still and tend the earth.

Be still and nurture each other. 

 

22/3/2020