The Earth weeps softly
in the wind, in blood that flows,
in fallen leaves,
in rains and hearts that remember.
Not loud, but deep
in circles, seasons, sighs, and breath
she teaches us
that sorrow is sacred,
and falling apart
is part of becoming whole.
So listen.
Feel.
Kneel.
Kiss the ground.
Let your tears
join hers
for they are one.
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