Well Nicholas Burtt provides us with a touching poem. By touching earth—he touches us.

Touching Earth

Waves crash the seashore

The sandy beach in my sight

Sunbeams touching earth

Many colors here

Green and blue swirling around

Cover this planet

Remember the grass

The fields of insects and birds

A vital system

A grid of kingdoms

All of us free, together

Drawn to harmony

Watching a campfire

Reminding me my power

To kindle the flame

I sit, contemplate

Wondering awesome ideas

Holding always faith

This is me at peace

No violence to threaten

My heavenly space

Gather in the air

Thirsty lungs take into them

A meditation

Clouds drifting above

Dew collecting on flowers

I am still breathing

Gathering wisdom

The sandy beach in my sight

Waves crash the seashore.

– Nicholas Burtt

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