The earth whispers. Unfortunately, there are few who possess ears for her. Sometimes it is groans under the weight of humanity. The ceaseless march towards riches and fame. Occasionally, it is tears for the children lost – the magnificent trees, the fruit-bearing lands, and the innocent animals. Then, there are times she smiles – a child's first smile, kindness to a stranger, a warm embrace for a crying friend, humility and gratitude. The earth sees and hears it all. She is the only one who bears it all.

In the night, after all sleep sometimes I hear her over the gentle snores, the faraway traffic, silent birds and trees. She states no demands nor complaints, just a little prayer. "Live my children" she murmurs, "and let live."