If the Earth could speak, maybe she would tell us of her dreams.
Her dreams of peace, of balance and harmony and of souls inspired and aware all is one.
Of unpolluted rivers and seas.
Of forests unbounded
Of clear skies and air.
Of children dancing in the meadows and celebrating the gift of life.
Of people united in love and care.
Of stories woven from age old truths.
Maybe she would sing in the voice of WB Yeats as she dreams of a life imagined:
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Or maybe she would just sing …. Earthsong by Michael Jackson
What we think about and imagine we create. Are we treading softly? Or are we storming though, careless to the effects of our actions on the world around us? We are all co-creators. Can we pull together and create a dream? Or will we tumble unthinking towards a nightmare? It is our choice….but only 100% of the time…