I wrote this out a couple of years ago in the Evil Book of Faces…it showed up in my memories, so I’m gonna share it out here.
It Is Time –
Celebrate our home – the Mother Earth – without which we’d not exist.
Celebrate those simple men and women who commune with our Mother Earth daily,bringing forth from her skirts all that is green and growing. They do this not for love of money, but from the simpler love of nature.
Send your praise not to the cold, sterile heavens above, but down, into the rich, warm dirt which gives us our sustenance. Into the rock which supports our multitudes. Spread wide to all those simple men and women who work their labor of love, unrecognized, so that we will not cease to exist.
Celebrate the simple magic of the circle of life.