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