A Song of the Earth

Image generated by Craiyon Ai (used with permission)

Every year the world changed,
so we could keep our eyes on the horizon,
and watch the corn grow taller than our heads.

The river widened, the mountains rose,
but we never changed our course,
holding on to earth’s roots by our toes,
singing songs to the dancing grass.

Now I sit and gaze at the desolate fields,
…