We were once beautiful

Knew Mother Earth’s womb

Was Home

Somewhere

The knowledge was lost

That she gave birth to us

To Her we will return

In a never-ending

Circle of Life:

First we must be planted

As tiny seeds

And then burst from the ground

Until we can grow up

As long as our branches

Can be seen

And then,

When we can see the sky

We will also be ready

To be Mother’s of Life.

© Isa Lisboa