Amy Grace Lam
If our earth
was capitalist, she would
demand payment from the farmer
who set his plow into her soil. She would charge
a fee every time we captured pictures of her beauty
on our phones. She would assess our weakness, manipulate
our minds and tell us we cannot live without her. Maybe then, we
would respect her, take care of her and have gratitude for her gifts.
But our earth isn’t capitalist. She opens her arms to share her vast
blue skies. She abundantly nourishes our bodies with air that fills
our lungs with life. She freely
offers us the melody of a
songbird, the hues of
a sunset and the taste
of a mountain spring.
And we take advantage
of such a love. Such a love.