What about the wounds we never see—
the silent cries beneath the tree?
Did we forget the sky once wept rain,
now burns with our forgotten flame?
Every crack in the earth sings your name,
Mother, hold us again.
We took the color from the coral,
the breath from the breeze,
left plastic where the whales used to dream.
No prayer too late—
let every heartbreak seed a green return.
Heal, heal, let the rivers remember,
let the moonlight kiss the scars.
We rise, we rise, barefoot in the ash,
dancing the world back into bloom.