The old poplar cottonwood exists a tall statue through time,
His truth is the undeniable brilliant blue sky above,
Tolerant and resistant to weather without judgment,
Undivided, unified, in comity with community,
Sheltering birds, chipmunks, catkins, silky fly-away seeds.
One status of diversity from the bottom up, one microbiome
With all microorganisms, fungi and microbes maintain balance.
Nothing in creation is disconnected from everything else;
We all have space in our planetary biome that’s never empty;
Space “out there” and space “in here” embraces existence.
Why not stretch your arms upwards, sun-tingling the tips
In victory that integrity is simplicity and responsibility?
Survival is not what you see that matters; it’s the truth you know,
Unity in creation is connected from everything else.
Annemarie Berukoff
HelpfulMindstreamforChanges.com
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