The spirits of the earth are calling
For what I'm not quite sure
Leading in quick glimpses of sight, sound and scent
I see the spirit of the trees, he knows something but does not tell
I hear the rustle of the spirit of the corn, what does he say but "I'm here"
I smell the scent of angels, bringing me calm.
So today I will just Pay attention to my earth
So that tomorrow, and the next tomorrows. I can protect her
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