I am locked and found.
shrouded, kept, my teeth gnaw air.
my neck is stone.
slurping familiar tea in new habitats, the people are themselves
the children are alive without remorse for their freedom of expression and I champion there divinity, this is better than good
i read about forests demolished for wine, and people demolished for money
i want to help, i want to stop this greed from overtaking the forest
with the children we write letters
i want to stop the people from being devoured
with the children we learn earth things
I’m pushed forward by the sun, the children are passionate and funny
my heart aches and softly i hold it gently like a seedling. letting it cry. letting it ooze. beautiful.